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“Ruin any more of my furniture, and I’ll beat your ass.”

I chuckle and pat him on the shoulder. There’s no doubt he would.

“No shootings. Just scheming.”

Conan pulls out his mask and shoots me a questioning look.

“No need. She knows who I am.”

“Cool.” He shoves it in his pocket and this time retrieves his gun.

“Yeah. Take that. I still have no fucking idea how dangerous she is. But she’s unarmed.”

“I’ll keep her away from the chocolate fountain too, looking at the state of you,” he chuckles.

I rub some of the dried chocolate off my forehead.

“She’s violent.” I shrug.

He claps his gun between his hands.

“Ah, a menace. The best kind of sub.”

“Take her,” I brush him off.

“You don’t mean that. Now go and shower, I’ll get her sorted.”

No. I don’t mean it. Not one bit.

“Great.”

With that I take off down the hall and head to the cabin. As soon as the fresh air hits me, I tip my head back and soak in the sun.

What in the fuck is happening?

Chapter 65

CHARLOTTE

"Ah. The brother," I say as the beast steps through the door.

He’s unmistakable without the mask and same cut-glass jawline and unsettling charm the brothers all share. Something magnetic, even when you're trying not to look.

He nods, flashing me a cheeky grin. But my eyes go to the pistol in his right hand.

"Don’t even think about pulling that karate shit on me. I’ll shoot you. I’m not my brother. I’ve got no feelings toward you."

My mouth falls open.

"Doesn’t count if it’s hate," I counter.

He shrugs.

"Feelings are feelings. If he felt nothing, that’d be worse for you." He pulls a pair of cuffs from his jacket. "I don’t trust you, and I’ve gotta escort you to your room. Make it easy—hands behind your back." He taps the barrel against the metal. "Quicker you do it, the quicker you can shower."

God. I must look feral. And I cannot wait to scrub this melted chocolate off me.

So I turn, letting him snap the cuffs into place.

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