“I’ll make you a deal, Rune Winters.” William stepped closer. “If you come back with me to my room, I won’t shoot you.” The insinuation of what he would do to her in that room was unmistakably clear. Rune lifted her chin, staring him down. “I’d rather be shot.” “And if I don’t give you a choice?” The shadows moved again. Only this time, it wasn’t because of flickering lights. A few paces beyond William, someone stepped out from behind a tower of crates, silent as a wolf. Gun drawn. Rune’s pulse hummed as his furious gaze met hers over William’s shoulder. Gideon. The sight of him lit a flame
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