Page 192 of Tempting Little Thief (Girls of Greyson)
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Just like that, the final box on my list is officially fucking checked.
My chuckle is dark as I swipe my hand along my jaw, circling the small space until she’s forced to look up, to look at me. I watch, reveling in the way she pales before me.
Her eyes fly wide, and she shakes, her voice nothing but a rattled whisper. “Bastian …”
“Hello … Mother.”
