Chapter 166 Dora

• I wake up with my head aching, and the Devil of Miami looking down at me.
• His eyes are narrow, probing. There's implied ownership there—like I'm his pet. His plaything. When he sees that I'm awake, he smiles.
• "Well, Dora, that was unexpected. I spoil you rotten with a whole new wardrobe and offer you breakfast and you try to run away from me and hurt yourself in the process? I knew your issues of self-worth ran deep, but I underestimated just how deep. I will have to up my efforts."