19/02/2026 11:03

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I drew Nathaniel in through the open door, with the brunette giving me a murderous glare. Who the hell knew? I stood my ground, and I felt nothing. I felt how strong he is. I ran my hands up the unbelievable warmth of his skin, but the look in his lavender eyes was too much.

Or should I say, one of your triumvirates? As the third of our triumvirate he had a right to know how close we'd come to losing control of Primo and some other choice bits. Half because it tickled, and half because of the slow, sure movements of his hands. She had died without me ever saying good-bye, and I had not heard her screams. Just let me have it back, and we'll see if I feel any better.