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There was something in Jenner’s voice that he didn’t understand. And before he could question him, the other man was gone.

Maybe Tobias had been wrong about him. Perhaps he wasn’t an oblivious asshole who didn’t see what was right in front of him.

Maybe he was a damaged man who did see the beauty presented to him and was too scared to touch it for fear of tarnishing it. Tobias knew all about that, he just didn’t let it get in the way of what he wanted.

What would be best for Immy, though?

Who would be best for Immy?

Jenner. They fit together. They had a past. Immy clearly loved him.

However, Tobias wasn’t a good enough man to step aside and let him have her. Especially as he couldn’t trust that Jenner would actually catch her when she reached out for him.

And no one got to upset his girl.

Not Jenner.

And not him.

Tobias stared down at the hand he’d used to smack her ass. He’d gone too far tonight, that was clear to see.

And he would owe her an apology. The way she’d run from him . . . yeah, he didn’t fucking like that. Nor the way that she’d run outside to find him, breaking one of her rules.

She’d deserved a scolding. To be punished.

But he shouldn’t have done it that way. Nope, he’d pull back a bit on his Dominant side until he could have a proper conversation with her about rules.

And punishments.

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“Baby? What are you doing up?” Jenner asked as he walked into the office.

Immy let out a startled cry and the book she’d been reading slid off her lap onto the floor. He walked further into the room and picked it up.

“The Spell Book: A Book of Dastardly, No-Good Spells,” he read. “Good title. Tells it to you straight.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”

“What are you looking for?” he asked.

“Oh, you know. I thought maybe a spell to make someone’s hair fall out. Or an itching spell.”

“And who are you going to aim those spells at?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Someone.”

He studied her closely. “Someone?”

She wouldn’t look him in the eyes and she was shifting around on her seat like she needed to pee.

Clear signs that she was lying. Immy always needed to pee when she lied.

“You’re lying to me, Immy,” he said in a quiet, stern voice. “I didn’t think we lied to each other.”

Her gaze rose to his. “Sorry.”

He settled next to her on the sofa and placed the spell book on the coffee table. All of the drapes were pulled and she had the lights on.

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