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“Stop treating me like I’m made of glass, and fuck me like I belong to you.”
“You and Nikolai need to curb your homicidal tendencies,” I muttered, still smiling. “Linden may still be valuable.” “Maybe as a piñata,” she retorted archly.
“You are no princess, Skye Markham.” He leaned into the car and kissed my forehead. “You are my queen.”
“She gets the bloodthirsty side from me,” Nikolai added apologetically, shrugging a bit helplessly for effect. “Her eyes she gets from her mother.”
