“What the hell, Saint?” she hisses, glancing around to make sure no one heard her. “What was that?” My brow lifts. “What was… what?” Her eyes narrow. “The touching. That… kiss.” I almost laugh out loud. She has no fucking clue what she’s signed herself up for. Oh, you poor, sheltered, innocent girl. It’s almost a crime to be the one she chose for this. I step closer until I feel the front of her pressed against me, drinking in the surprised, sharp intake of breath as she peers up at me. “Just playing my part. You want to convince them or not?” “Of course I want to. You’re here, aren’t you?
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