All I manage is a nod, and his eyes flash with something dark and sinister. As he applies pressure to my throat, his thumb to my pulse, I remember what he said and decide to fuck with him. “I must admit, I’m tempted.” My voice is strained. “Base looks the wild type in bed.” Lie. He knows I’m lying too. One, Base wants my best friend, and two, he’s Kade’s best friend. And three, I have no interest in the Russian Scot.
