Lloyd
Renae swiveled, displeasure curling her thin lips. Her fingers rose, snapping twice to the bed. "I'll have you know there are worse ways to cause you pain. Lay down. Now."
Lloyd's gaze flicked to the bed and back to the Luna's hazel eyes--Kier's eyes. "Randale knows. It's only a matter of time before Kier finds out. I cannot do this with you anymore, Renae." He paused, pain tightening his throat. "You gave your word to help Nadine get out if we did this. You have done nothing to that effort."
Renae shrugged off her robe, placing it against her chair. She settled on the edge of the bed, raising her skirt high enough for Lloyd to peek the smooth skin between her thighs. The heady scent of arousal teased his nostrils. "Getting a message to Atticus is harder than you think it is, and
