CHAPTER 62

Forced into a glittering black and red nightmare of a dress that was as tacky as it was ridiculous, Cara walked down the hall in front of Jacob, otherwise known as Leading Asshole, her hands tied again, this time behind her back.

“Tell me,” she said, flicking a glance over her shoulder and indicating the hideous dress, “did you ask Mira’s permission before you raided her 80s wardrobe?”

Jacob shoved her, making her stumble and crash down face-first on the carpeted floor. It still hurt like hell, since she couldn’t break her fall with her hands, and the recent wound from when he’d slashed her with his dagger started stinging again. Cara should have kept her mouth shut, but when it came to sadist bastards like him, she couldn’t resist the compulsion to poke at him.

“How’s your side?” he asked with a sweet smile while she struggled to her

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