Owned (Blood Ties, #4)

by A.K. Rose

I screwed on the top of the La Mer body oil as I glanced once more at the spot where Colt had sat the entire night without saying a word. It was weird that he’d sat there…no, more than weird. It was…fiercely protective and I wasn’t used to it. Not with the way he’d leaned his head against the wall, balanced his arms on the tops of his bent knees and watched me, or the damn silence that came with him.

Oh my

I wiped sweat and blood from my brow and sucked in hard breaths as I stared at the bastard who’d passed out for the third time tonight. “Hey. Wake the fuck up, we’re not done yet.” His face was bloody, and both eyes were swollen almost shut. Blood and saliva dribbled from his mouth and he was missing three fingers from his hands taped behind him. One of which was currently shoved up his nose.

Omg