Extraits

“Don’t touch me.”

“You’re ours little Havoc. I can do what I want.” His voice was a low, soothing rumble. Even with the threatening words I couldn’t help how it unwound something in my chest, loosening my breath, lowering my guard.

I clenched my jaw. “You don’t want me.”

“You’d rather we turn you in?”

I glanced at him, trying not to let the hope show on my face. I nodded curtly, as if it didn’t mean that much to me. “Better that way.”