Chapter 17 Rock, Paper, Scissors

ARABELLA 

"Enjoy your honeymoon package."

The receptionist's smile was so wide I thought her face might split open.

I choked on air once again. "We're not—"

"Thank you," Ziven cut in, voice flat. His hand found my elbow, steering me away. "We'll take it from here." He said just as a staff member...

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