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I know who it is without the need to turn. I can sense him; I can always feel when he’s nearby. The faint smell of spice, smoke and mint from the hoodie I’ve slept in only confirms it.
“The fuck?” His voice is a growl – deadly. “What happened to you?” My blood turns to ice as he touches my scars, tracing them. I gulp. “Dancing.” “Don’t lie to me. Do I need to kill someone?” I scoff. “No. I’m not lying. They’re from dancing.” “Really?” he asks. “Why didn’t you have these before?” I close my eyes as I feel him pull my top up more, exposing every scar and bruise. “Fuck no, Stacey. Turn around.” “No,” I say quietly. “Turn. Around.”
She hums back. “You haven’t asked me yet.” I narrow my eyes. “I’m not asking, Freckles. You’re going on a date with me.”
“She was my granddaughter. No one takes from me and gets away with it. Once I deal with Kade, I’m going to hunt down whoever is responsible. I promise you, little one.”

