“Ahem,” she said, drawing everyone’s attention. All of them paused, peered at her. A few narrowed their eyes. She lifted her chin. “I need to talk to you,” she said, aiming the words at Reyes and Lucien. Reyes went back to his punching bag. “If you’re going to try to talk us out of killing Maddox tonight, save your breath.” “I’ll listen to you, sweet,” the tallest of the group said. Paris was his name. Blue eyes, pale skin, brown and black hair. Pure sex, Maddox had said, and she believed him. The words had been delivered as a warning to stay away. “Quiet,” Lucien said. “If Maddox heard you,
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