I didn’t move. Just listened, even as revulsion twisted in my gut.
"But the girl—oh, she’s beautiful," he said with a wolfish grin. "Young. Ripe. Must be around your age. I was going to marry her, seal the deal. But she has a streak of rebellion. Been hiding from me lately." He leaned in slightly, dropping his voice like this was some thrilling chase. "It was amusing at first. But now? It’s getting boring. And if I get bored, I get angry."
Every word he spoke made me want to put my fist through something—preferably him.
"You know," Danish drawled, his tone laced with mock warmth, "your little lady reminded me of my soon-to-be wife." That damn smile was still on his lips—sharp and smug like he enjoyed watching people flinch. "Do your parents know about your… rendezvous? Not the kind of m
