KASMINE.
The phone dangled between Kester's fingers; the screen began to glow with the same name flashing persistently. Jake.
The way he held the phone, the way his jaw ticked beneath the dim sunset glow, the way his body coiled like a beast seconds away from striking—I knew I was in trouble.
Kester was a possessive man. Territorial to the point of madness. I had never tested his patience like this before. I'd danced around the edges of it, teased him with it, but now? Now, I had shoved a blade straight into the gut of his control.
"Where did you get that?" My voice came out hoarse, almost pathetic.
His lips twitched, but there was no amusement in his eyes. Only something terrifyingly dark. Something sharp enough to cut. "Where do you think, baby?"
I swallowed hard.
I had hidden it
