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.