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Pia
Ryker stared at me as though unsure of anything—his next breath, let alone words to use in reply to what I’d told him.
I knew he thought he’d scared me, that I feared his fists when he’d grabbed me, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. My instinctive reaction was to cringe, but only because of the sudden contact of skin—from his initiation, something I certainly hadn’t expected.
His grip didn’t scare me and neither did his lack of response.
Ryker had been nothing but kind to me, fiercely protective over his sister—and to a young woman he didn’t even know.
No, I knew my cold hearted bastard would never a***e me. But did he?
“Do you fear becoming like him?” I asked as he continued to stare at me.
“I’m nothing like him,” Ryker swore, his scowl returning.
“You’re
