Chapter 267

• Carmen’s amber eyes blazed with defiance, her voice sharp as a fang’s edge.“You’ve got no shame. I still have mine.”
• Duke’s low chuckle was a dangerous sound, carrying the weight of a predator who knew exactly where the prey’s escape routes were.“Afraid?” he drawled.
• His fingers brushed along her cheek, the warmth of his touch sliding down to the hollow of her collarbone. The contact carried the faint crackle of the bond between them—an electric hum that no amount of denial could sever. It thrummed in her veins, hot and dizzying, as if her wolf was betraying her by leaning into it.