Chapter 30 The Morning After, and the Men Who Refuse to Let Her Go

Freya covered her chest with both arms so quickly it almost made a splash in the bathwater. “Turn around!”

Declan didn’t turn.

Of course he didn’t.

Instead, he bent over—slow, deliberate, predatory—until the sharp line of his nose hovered barely an inch from her face. Warm breath ghosted over her ch...

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