“My mind was working over every scenario, every little fragment of difference between the girls I'd trained and married off...
And Celeste Barstow.
She was an illogical miracle; a girl who brought so many feelings out of me.
Fuck.
I hated her with a passion.
What was I supposed to do with a girl who drove me mad, all while offering me sensations that struck me like breathing for the first time. She'd made me discover things I didn't want to know about myself.
I wanted to taste her, touch her, see her pale blue eyes spread as wide as possible.
Wanted to make her break under my clawing hands.
What the hell was I going to do?
Four days.
Four days was all I had between now and when Vitaly was supposed to arrive.
Since I'd been young, my brain had started to see everything as calculations.
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