CHAPTER ELEVEN
I covered my hand with my mouth as recognition swept over me. It was the same as the band Liz had worn on her wrist when last I saw her, when she warned me to stay away from Dane, Elliott, and The Agency. Was she also given a proposition she couldn’t refuse? “Why do I need to wear that?”
“The wristbands and locks are temporary,” Dane said, displaying a small key in his palm. “It’s engraved with my identification number and can only be unlocked by me. It informs any member that you can’t be touched without my consent. It tells them that you belong to me.”
My eyes flicked over to him. Something intense flared through his calm exterior and made a tingle flutter through my chest. The magnetic attraction I felt for this man hadn’t diminished. Being his had stimulated more inte
