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Finn’s sweet protection is just as good as walking away after leaving my nemesis in a pathetic pile.

But once I save the image, I have to put it in a box and stash it deep, deep at the back of my mental closet.

Rachel will hit back, and Finn…

I need to know I’m not a game.

Problem is, everything’s a game to Finn.

He’s fun in the crazy way.

Not reliable.

I mean, just his scent and I can guarantee he’d have me orgasming until my eyes crossed, but that’s not the promise I need.

I need a sure thing when Finn is fucking chaos.

If I had a whole deck of alphas, I wouldn’t mind one wildcard.

But can’t risk myself on jokers.

I need kings.

THIRTEEN

FINN

I thought the universe was fucking huge, all dark ooze and evil motherfuckers. No reason to keep kicking around except to take a few more with me before I go.

Newsflash. The universe is tiny.

Just one star.

Five feet balanced on pretty pearly toes.

When Lilah dances, I find all the colors I forgot.

I don’t give a shit about the pack, the Redfangs, and these ballerina bitches. All they have to do is die.

Easy.

Then I get forever with my star.

She’s not just my reason to stay.

She’s my reason to exist.

Lilah only does a few twirls. A few shakes of that cute little ass on the pole.

Not enough.

The minutes roll too fast. The hours disappear.

I spend every second watching her, and I’m never going to stop.

Bodyguarding Lilah Darling is the career path they never told me about at the academy.

I would’ve gone to class.

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