The Token 7: Thorn (A Token Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
It's not if but when. A throbbing vein in my head keeps time with my rabid heartbeat. “So this prick, my sperm-donor... is what? Some fucking French kingpin?” I throw up my hands. Juliette bows her head, her shoulders rounding. A horrible sound comes out of the lips I just hammered with my special flavor of brutal tenderness. It's a sob. Fuck me. I don't walk—I stride like my life depends on it. I'm at her side in a second. I jerk Juliette from the chair. It's what I know I can do. I nail her lips again with the hardness of my emotion. My love. Because that's what it is. I fucking love her. The thought of Rex touching a hair on her head makes me insane in ways I can't count. I latch onto her hair with my fist. “Tell me he didn't.” I move my lips over her mouth, and she matches the press, neither one of us breathing.
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