Axton dragged his attention back up, settling it on me. Hatred wasn’t shining in his eyes. It was something far worse. And infinitely more complicated. I needed to get away from him and that accursed look before we did anything else we’d regret tonight. Our minds were clearly addled from needing to overindulge in lust. He would never commit to— Dear gods. His bridal competition. My sister. I’d forgotten the blasted rake was hosting a very public competition to find a wife. All while carrying on in secret with me. He kept his gaze steady on me, watching as I sorted through feelings and facts.
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