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“No.” I shake my head. “He knows my sister. I was looking for her.”
His eyes narrow on me. “Who’s your sister?”
I have a feeling this man always gets what he wants, and if he wants to know who my sister is, he’ll get it from me one way or another. He also might be able to help me find her. Who knows what kind of trouble she might have gotten herself into now? I always warned her that one day she was going to bite off more than she could chew. That not every man would fall for her charming seduction.
“Out with it,” he snaps, his tone firm, making me sit up a bit straighter.
“Xanadu,” I blurt.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
“Are you taking me home now?” I ask now that I’ve answered his questions.
“No,” he responds, his hold on me tightening, letting me know I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.