door, full of new clothes. It wigged me out that Barrons had shopped for me. Especially considering what was in some of those bags. The man had exceptional taste and an eye for detail. Everything fit. That wigged me out, too. The bell over the door tinkled and Barrons stepped in. He was night in an Armani suit, silver-toed boots, black shirt, and dark eyes. “Not bothering with the mirror tonight?” I said breezily, “Or have you forgotten I know you walk around in it?” “Kneel before me, Ms. Lane.” His words surrounded me, infiltrated me, drove me to my knees, like a human before a Fae. “Doesn’t
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