CHAPTER 37 Collared

Zuri

Rain-slicked streets reflected the garish glow of light posts, like a wound in the darkness. I sat rigid in the passenger seat of Draven’s Porsche, the leather creaking under my clenched fists. His scent—sandalwood laced with something sharper, ruthlessness and ambition—made my wolf snarl be...

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