hes blocked her way, crowed, and rea

e, Tristan's chilling voice also rea

as co

ose to bite the bullet. It was way better to

tuck to him, and bluffed, "Don't mess aroun

bruptly. Tristan itched

ish?" He gritted his t

fought back her fear, smiled at the man coquettishly, and pleaded in a low voice

ed in his pupils. Her eyes w

s woman was like an

her charm since he had se

rom her body. It could soothe his agitati

s her perfume or natural scent

ile, and he changed his mind about killi

h a smile and moved his ha

from his palm. Her body stiffened, and she intended to pus

g a wolf's den and fo

all, "We know well whether you have

boy like you can't save a beauty. You'd better

led his lips. His smile was bot

kled, but his eyes glittered with coldness

ir around h

antly appalled. Fear ro

stan's men comp

r boss wouldn't kill the woman who hit him. Far f

't see through h

unged at th

ried to escape bu

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moved his hand from her neck to her chin before dropp