CHAPTER 42 Zuri's Phone

Evie

As Draven reached for me, his hand trembling, his cedarwood scent wrapped around me. My mind, though, was a traitor, snared by Maverick’s voice—low, amused, lingering. “Your scent, the fire in your eyes, the way you move. You’re worth it.”

My eyes snapped to Draven’s, searching f...

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