Chapter 67

ELENA

My knuckles still stung.

The taste of blood hung in the air—his, not mine—and the man I’d clocked in the mouth earlier had stalked off in a fit of pique. Probably to get backup.

If I wanted to make my move, now was the time.

The other one, the taller rogue with the cold eyes, was still watch...

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