It was probably a good thing I’d gotten the story out first with James. I was able to retell it feeling much more detached. Even so, by the time I was done, the alpha purrs were long gone and it felt like I was holding the leashes on two rampaging bloodhounds. “He’s fucking dead,” Logan growled. “Logan,” I gasped. “We’ll murder him so quietly for you, baby.” Rome’s purr was different now, like the rev of a car engine presumably getting ready to run Sean over. James yanked him back by his hair. “You are a music teacher,” he scolded his alpha. “Princess, I’ll find out where he lives.” Logan was
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