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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Keep Reading
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty-One
  55. Fifty-Two
  56. Fifty-Three
  57. Fifty-Four
  58. Fifty-Five
  59. Fifty-Six
  60. Fifty-Seven
  61. Fifty-Eight
  62. Fifty-Nine
  63. Sneak Peek
  64. Find Me
  65. Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard
  66. Acknowledgments

A few interested parties leaned over the edge, and some pulled out phones. The rest were on me, eyes glittering. The one shark stopping the others from eating me had just jumped off the boat.

Twenty-Three

STORY

There was a sea of people between me and the exit, and their expressions all held some kind of wicked promise. Geoff had somewhat cleaned up his nose, but the skin around his mouth and philtrum was stained strawberry, and his eyes were bruised, both the skin and the intent behind them.

I sank against the railing.

“Come on, I’ll get you out of here.”

I jumped at the voice, looking to my left. Westley du Lac smiled back at me. His tie hung loosely off his neck, and a few buttons were undone from his white dress shirt, showing a smooth, hazelnut chest.

I looked back at the sea of hate, preferring that to him.

“How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to see Grayson punch his best friend’s face because he touched you.” He leaned closer, full lips grazing my ear. “Long enough to know if you don’t come with me now, you’re in deep shit.”

I made a face. “I think I’ll choose shit.”

West laughed. Fuck. I all at once hated and missed that laugh. A full-bodied, confident, cocky thing that had ensnared me like bramble.

West entwined my arm with his and I stiffened, trying to pull mine out. “I don’t want your help.”

“You want his?” He raised a brow at Khalid. “Or hers?” He angled his chin at Aundi. My gut sank deeper and deeper. “Angel, this is my world. Take my help.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

But I swallowed my pride and used West as a shield. I kept my eyes down as he pushed our way through the crowd. A den of hissing snakes barely kept at bay by Westley du Lac.

The minute we got to the ramp, I ripped my arm from his. Night sea air blew in my hair, and a few feet away, safely on the dock, were Lottie and Gray. Grayson pushed away Lottie’s wet braids, and a smile lit up her face.

Ouch.

I didn’t like her smile.

I didn’t like him touching her.

I really didn’t like that he’d left me alone, with my only option West.

I shook out of it, all but sprinting down the bouncy ramp, off the boat, and to the dock.

I should’ve been happy. The closer they get, the closer I get to my debt repaid. I was one step closer to ending this weird thing between us.

“That’s it?” West called at my back, his heavy footfalls slamming into the ramp. “No thank you?”

“I’ll send you a card,” I muttered.

He laughed, running to catch up to me. “Are you going after him?”

“Stop following me,” I said.