And now he’ll die for it.
“Wait in the car with Eight for me, Duchess. I won’t be a minute.” The restraint I’m struggling to hold back is heard in my voice. I want to hurt, I want to maim, but more than either of those things, I want to continue being the man K has encouraged me to become the past nine months.
Most men can’t be both a monster and a saint. That isn’t the case for me.
A good man doesn’t cause his woman additional problems.
A bad man makes them all disappear.
Most women either accept one or the other.
A duchess deserves both, and I’m going to make sure she gets exactly that.
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The End!