When I find Creed crouched down over Genie’s unconscious body, I quickly realize it was none of my men. Blonde hair floats in the light breeze as icicles hang from Genie’s nose. Leila. Her eyes find mine as if sensing her name in my mind and her chin quickly dips, her cheeks heating as she tucks a loose tendril of hair behind her ear.
I wish Leila was the FMC of this series. We love a soft-hearted bad ass who takes action.
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