Davis’s chest rose and fell in quick, angry pants. “We were in a relationship, and you jump into bed with the first moron behemoth to crook his finger at you? I should’ve known you were nothing but a cheap slut.” I reeled back as if he’d struck me. “What. Did. You. Just. Call. Her?” Anson growled. Davis whirled on him, his face paling. “I called her what she clearly is.” Anson prowled toward him, his panther-like grace in full effect. “I warned you to stay clear of her. And now you show back up and insult her at her own home? I don’t think you’re learning, Davy.” “M-my name is Davis.” “No.
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