Julian continues to hover behind me, his eyes locked on Zack. "Come out, come out, little ghost," he says, his voice a low, oily purr, like he’s coaxing a stray cat into a trap. "Let me get a look at you."Caleb is a caged animal under my skin, his claws raking against the inside of my ribs. He wants to tear Julian’s throat out before he can lay a finger on my mate or the life he’s carrying."Zack," I murmur, my voice barely a vibration. "Move. Now. Get to the exit."I feel his fingers cinch into the fabric of my suit jacket. "No," he breathes, the word sharp and final. "I’m not leaving you to face this.""And he has a spine too," Julian chuckles, looking genuinely amused.The man is a riddle. The way he speaks to Zack is entirely different from the cold, dismissive tone he used on Madeline. It’s a sick kind of reverence. If you’ve spent half your life hunting a white whale, I guess you act a little manic when you finally corner it."I said run," I growl, the words vibrating in my thr
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