“She’s mine, Sinclair. I’m sure you can find another hopeless girl you can con with your whack-ass knight in shining armor act,” Alistair says loudly, never moving his head from next to mine. Easton’s eyes have become a hurricane of anger. The once light blue color that looked like happy skies, have become dark, veracious warning signs before a storm tears through the land. “This is the kind of guy you want to spend your time with, Briar? A fucking asshole with no morals? His own family can’t even stand him, he’s a nobody.” Easton slings the harsh words out like a whip, hoping to clip
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