Dangerous. “No.” “Did you fuck him?” “No,” I gritted. “Have you ever fucked him?” “No,” I ground out. I’d never had two men more obsessed with what was happening in my sex life, or rather, not happening. Some of the violence in the air abated. My eyes narrowed. Was this it? The source of his rage? Was Barrons jealous? Not because he cared, but because he thought of me as a possession, his personal and private sidhe-seer, and there would be no other men’s erections interfering with her OOP detections? He gave me a cold look. “I needed to know if you were Pri-ya. That’s why I asked.” “Do I look
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