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He grins back. “Precisely. Which is why she needs to be excused as we have an engagement this evening.”

“Do we, now? It must’ve slipped my mind,darling.”

“Your forgetfulness is one of the many things I adore about you,beautiful.”

Dick.

“You go first,babe,” I coo with a fake-as-hell tone. “I’ll be right with you.”

“We go together,sweetheart.”

“Aw, can’t breathe without me,hon?”

“I’m positively dying,” he says and offers me his hand, and when I keep staring, his slightly rough voice drowns out all other noises. “I insist.”

I take it reluctantly, but when I stand up, I swipe Gemma’s drink and raise it to my lips.

“You don’t want to do that.” His concealed anger bursts at the seams.

“Orwhat?” I glare at him over the rim of the glass.

All of a sudden, it feels like we’re the only people in the midst of a chaotic, faceless crowd.

“Or you’ll pay the price. Put the drink down. Now.”

The haughty order does it. He expects me to fall to my knees before His Majesty like Gemma has been itching to do since he walked through the door, but he obviously hasn’t met my trouble-wired brain lately.

Keeping eye contact with the devil, I let a victorious smile lift my lips as I down the drink in one go.

Martini.

His eyes burn hotter than the liquor washing down my throat.

“Since you insist.” I let the glass drop to the floor with a shatter.

He doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like it one bit. And for a fraction of a second, I wonder if riling him up is worth the frosty coldness in his eyes. The promise of something sinister and terrifying.

I yelp when the world tilts from beneath my feet.

Eli carries me in his arms, bridal style, and walks out the door, not giving a single fuck about everyone’s attention zeroed in on us.

“Put me down,” I hiss.

“Shut your goddamn mouth, Ava.”

The anger in his tone makes me zip it.

I definitely, absolutely, and without a shadow of a doubt hit my head during the time I’ve been married to this man.

Or else I wouldn’t be so terrifyingly excited at the promise of danger in his eyes.

8

ELI

“Let me go, damn it!”

I can’t kill my wife.

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