But Cassandra is mine. She’s mine and that makes it different. It makes me want to protect her. To stand between her and everything sharp in this world. It makes me crazy. We’re just turning to follow the guys when Nero lowers my tailgate. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he snaps. And I can’t stop my smile. King barks out a laugh. “At least he has good taste.” “The best money can buy,” I reply. “On a fucking truck.” Nero shakes his head as he puts his hands all over the locks that cover my truck bed, recognizing the thumbprint readers as one his company, Nero Security, produces. “A plain-ass
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