“Neither do you,” I said, then winced at the pain shooting through my lip. The look in them reminded me of the one I’d seen when he’d dealt with the Russian captives in the basement.
There was something unsettling in his eyes. “You don’t know when to shut up, do you?” His lips turned into a smirk, but it looked somehow wrong. Without his trademark shark-grin and the arrogant amusement, he looked almost tolerable. Matteo appeared behind me, towering over me, dark eyes scanning my messed up face.
My lip was already swelling, but I was happy to find my eyes dry, no sign of a single tear. My chin was covered in blood and more blood was dripping from the cut in my lower lip and onto my shirt. Subscribe to Cora’s newsletter to find out about her next books, bonus content and giveaways! ( )Ĭover design by Romantic Book Affairs Design All names, characters, businesses, events and places are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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