Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Brooklyn

"So you like it," Aden says, his voice low, possessive.

"I do," I say, hesitating. "Is there something extra..."

"Amaretto," he says. "Adds notes of apricot and bitter almonds."

"It's delicious," I say, holding his gaze while I raise my thumb to my mouth to wipe a little fleck of foam from my bottom lip.

He watches me do it, and I see his wolf flash in his eyes for a split second.

"Good," he murmurs. "I don't want Remington to hear anything except that you were treated like a princess in my house."

I look back at my plate as I remember that I'm more captive than guest here. I'm fed good food not for my pleasure, but so that I'll give my "father" a good report when he comes to claim me.

murmur, suddenly angry.

a finger on my cheek, firmly

only have one father now, Brooklyn. You have no 'dad.' Though if you're really missing it—" he smirks cruelly at

face turns

at him to see

darkly at

turn my head harshly.

should be more polite to me. I'm sure my father won't like to hear that I've been disrespected in your home." Aden puts his whole hand

in it-to dab gently at my chin. He lingers, though, staring at my mouth,

the affect this

on my face and

but I don't look at

Turned-on.

corner into the kitchen, I realize that I have goosebumps all over my arms. I shudder and rub my hands up and down my

Hudson. "Or does he just do

his

my head, thinking that I don't think I ever will, when the door to the

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