Chapter 50

VENUS

“Venus,” Aaron said calmly. Too calmly.

But he didn’t reach for me.

No—his hand shot out, iron-fast, latching around Dorian’s wrist, right where it had touched my arm. The grip was brutal—veins straining, knuckles whitening.

“You’ve always had an affinity for things that aren’t yours, haven’t ...

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