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Story: Duncan
Why was here?
Was I being tested?
“Athena, say something.”
My sister kept quiet with that smug smile that said she knew what was happening but would confirm nothing until I figured it out for myself.
“Mo bandia.” His voice traveled over my shoulder, causing my skin to prickle in fear and delight. I turned to face Duncan,expecting... I wasn’t sure what I expected. But it certainly wasn’t the anger I saw on his face.
“Dance with me, Freyja.”
He took my hand and dragged me to the middle of the room. My throat had closed up. No words could get through. I stared at Duncan as he wrapped me in his arms and twirled me around the dance floor.
“You’re beautiful, as always.” He spoke the compliment in a way that felt less like flattery and more like an accusation.
“Is he here?”
I blinked at Duncan. Not understanding his question. “What? Is who here?”
His chest rumbled at my words. And his eyes darkened with what looked like lust. But he was angry. His hand tightened around my waist, possessively.
“The man you left me for.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” he asked as he spun me away before pulling me back against his chest. He was a wonderful dancer, and I wondered who had taught him.
“I don’t know who he is,” I confessed breathlessly.
Duncan stopped abruptly, and dancers bumped into us. “What do you mean, you don’t know who he is? You left me for someone you’ve never met?”
“I tried to explain, but you didn’t want to hear me.”
“Mo bandia, no one wants to hear his woman talk about another man.”
His woman?
“Why are you here,mo bandia? Who are you looking for?”
That was when it hit me. I turned to look across the room. At the edge of the dance floor stood my sister. She watched us together with a smile on her face. When her eyes met mine, she nodded. Then turned and disappeared.
“Freyja,” Duncan growled in my ear. “Tell me who he is. Who do I have to kill?”
My eyes snapped to his and I saw the truth of his words. He wanted me. And he would kill to have me. I should have been scared. I should have been terrified.
Athena’s words about my brother’s club came back.
“He will need your protection.”
“From who?”
“From the Sons of Hell.”
My hand went to his cheek. I smiled at him, and his eyes danced between mine, looking for something. “You, Duncan. You’re the one I’m looking for.”
My hand slipped to his neck, and I pulled him down until my lips met his.
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