![]() If you make it to the front door, I’ll release you, trust fund intact.”Īnother of those sinful chuckles. He stops near my bed, and I would give a fortune to know his thoughts as he looks down at the tangled sheets where I spend every night. As if I don’t have them memorized, from his close-cropped black curling hair, to his medium brown skin that darkens over the summer months, to his perfectly groomed beard. Jafar moves away, his features still hidden from me in the darkness. It’s certainly not something akin to delight at the opportunity to pick up whatever gauntlet he’s about to throw at my feet. Understandable and justifiable, considering my circumstances. That’s why my heartbeat kicks into high gear, a stampede of one in my chest. ![]() Excerpt Desperate Measures (Wicked Villains #1) by Katee Robert ![]()
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