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THIRTY FIVE
KANE’s POV
I do not like what I see.
“Take it off. The dress does not belong to you,” I tell Lily’s sister. The blonde temptress looks up at me with her big blue eyes and she blinks in surprise. Sister or not, I do not like people who take possession of what clearly does not belong to them.
“I…I was only trying it on..” she stammers, trying to explain. Her head drops and she fidgets at her feet.
“Do not make me repeat myself.”
Her breath hitches and she bites her lips. “Yes,” her reply comes out in barely a whisper.
“Tell Lily to meet me at the lobby when she is ready.”
I walk away without waiting for her to reply. She has spoilt my mood, the girl is lucky I did not ask her to strip off the dress there and then.
My feet take me back down to the lobby where Tore and Russo are gathered. Russo looks up as I reach the landing and he frowns.
“Are you sure you’re bringing Lily? She’s still gree
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