ROMAN'S POV

“Let him go, Ethan.” Lauren’s voice came from behind me, sharp and steady. It cut straight through the rumble of my blood and the tightness in my jaw. I could feel the heat of the moment like a live wire between us.

Ethan hadn’t lost his touch. Christ, he never did. But if he thought for one second I’d forgotten how to move, how to react, how to take control, then he was badly mistaken. That arrogance, he wore it like armor was exactly what got him in trouble.

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