When he murmured against my lips, I pulled back the barest inch to hear him.
Marcus was the last to go down and I knew no lessons had been learned for him. His glare was one of revenge, not sorrow.
I sucked in a startled, gaspy breath at the feel of his warm lips. He smiled against my skin. "And that is my second favorite sound."
Read the first chapter here and the second chapter here.
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