He crossed his arms over his chest, studying me. “Are you hurt?” “No.” The headache had already faded, healed by my adrenaline rush escaping the frat boys. “Did you hurt them?” “Yes.” “Yes, of course you did.” His thumb swept along my jawline, turning my face up to his as he studied me. “Are you going to hurt them more?” “Undecided. Right now, I’m not so sure about you, either.” “Oh, little devil. I’m disappointed in you. I’d never send anyone else to hurt you when I’m so happy to do it myself.” His gaze flickered toward the cross in the corner. “Did you want to play tonight?” “No,” I said,
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