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Together, we head down to the waiting limo.

And I can’t shake the thought:

I’d burn the Bravata to the ground before I let anything, or anyone take her from me.

Chapter 17

Selene

As we head to my home in the limo, all I can think about is how Keir looked at me—and the words he spoke.

I want to be mad at him, but it’s hard.

I understand their situation. It’s not like I can ask them to stay when they have so much waiting for them back home.

But I want to.

You can call me crazy all you want.

Whatever this is between us sends excitement rushing through my body.

It’s just like the books I read—falling fast and hard.

Not that I’m in love with them or anything… but I definitely feel some type of way toward each of them.

It’s like I’m living my own fast-paced romance novel—and I’m addicted to the feeling.

Dario sits beside me, his hand resting on my leg. I look over at him and smile. He grins back, leaning in close so his lips brush against my ear.

“I know I didn’t say it earlier, but you look exquisite,” he says, voice low and smooth.

His warm breath against my skin sends a jolt of electricity straight to my center.

I subtly rub my thighs together, but of course he notices—and winks.

Then my phone dings.

I grab it and see a video file from Max.

I haven’t even watched it yet, but just seeing Barbra standing at my desk in the study? I already know this is going to be good.

“What is it?” Keir asks from next to me.

I look up at him, probably grinning like a maniac.

“I just got the best news ever.” I glance around at all of them.

Lily grins. “Is it what I think it is?”

I nod and hit play.

Everyone crowds around me, watching as Barbra flashes her smug little smile and takes a seat in my high-back study chair.

She opens the top left drawer. I know the exact moment she sees the papers—her body tenses, and she snatches them up.

The first document hits her like a slap. Her face tightens as she reads that Lily is officially a partner in Onyx and owns half the shares.

She flips to the next page—and the paper crumples a little in her hand.