CHAPTER 8
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I just meant to tell him thank you for getting me out of a bad situation, but somehow my lips end up crashing into his. And suddenly…
I’m kissing Hyena! I’m kissing Hyena! I’m careening toward a cliff I promised myself I’d never jump over.
And Hyena’s kissing me back. He tastes even better than I kept telling myself not to imagine when he leaned in close to flirt across the bar. Wind and good whiskey and all sorts of places I’ve never been.
He’s clean-cut, but he devours me, mauling his mouth over mine. But then he suddenly pulls back.
“No. Not like this,” he says. His voice is ragged but determined. “You know that ain’t how we work.”
Yes, I did know that. He’s a package deal. I can’t have just Hyena. It has to be all of them.
There’s a voice in my head. It appeared a
