Chapter 13 Smoke In His Veins
- “You can’t just waltz into my territory and act like you own the place, Raven.”
- Jaxon’s voice was low, dangerous. The kind of quiet that made your stomach twist before the storm. His hands gripped the back of the velvet chair in his penthouse like he was keeping himself from reaching for me… or maybe from shaking sense into me.
- I didn’t flinch. I never did with him.