Chapter 103 Torturing in the sheets

The second the helicopter door opens and the night wind rushes in, he doesn’t give me the dignity of stepping out on my own.

He lifts me. Straight over his shoulder.

I yelp, half laughing, half outraged, my palms smacking lightly against his back.

“Darius!”

He doesn’t slow down.

“Now I know,” h...

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