I was curled up in Landon’s arms, tracing circles around his chest, both of us breathing hard. “You dislike Marcus?” I asked carefully, wondering about the story between them. “I hate him.” Landon whispered, staring up at the ceiling as if lost in his thoughts.“Why?”He chuckled, “Must there be a reason to hate someone?”“There’s always a reason.”“There’s none in this case. I don’t like his guts.”“Or the fact you can’t touch him.” I whispered and saw the deadly look in Landon’s eyes as he turned his head to look at me. “Who told you that?”“I… I figured it out.”“You figured nothing out.” Landon said, “Marcus is a man with a limited number of days to live.”My heart jumped when I heard the seriousness in his voice. “What are you planning to do?”“I saw the way he was looking at you, little lamb. He sees you as a woman he can conquer, a woman that can be stolen from me. Heh,” he scoffed, and it only made my blood run cold, “Anyone who lays a finger on you will face my wrath. Anyo
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