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Chapter 175 of "Tempting Venom" starts with dramatic events: Itās almost as ifā¦Iāmjealousof my sister because he smiled at her like he never smiles... Discover what happens!
Itās almost as ifā¦Iāmjealousof my sister because he smiled at her like he never smiles at me.
Fuck the hell out of this shit.
That is not true under any circumstances.
āPreston?ā
I turn sideways at the very familiar, irritating voice. And itās none other than Doveāsorry, Daphne.
You know, the one Kane is dating and apparently not breaking up with anytime soon.
Anyway, she chose about the worst time to show her pretty face, because I donāt want her here while Marcus is.
Like atall.
And sheās wearing this cute little off-white knit dress with sexy stockings.
Better call Kane so he can come collect his girlfriend ASAP.
āWho are you again?ā I say in my usual devil-may-care tone, purposefully standing in a way that blocks her view of Marcus dancing with my sister on the ice.
āVery funny. Ha. Ha,ā she mocks, then frowns. āWhat are you doing here?ā
āSkating, in case you have sight issues. Any other questions, Dropbox?ā
āItās Dahlia! And Dropbox isnāt even aDname.ā
āThatās right. Iām downgrading you.ā I make a motion with my hand. āNow, shoo, DoorDash. Go climb Kane or do whatever you kids do on the regular.ā
āHeās meeting me here.ā
Double fuck.
I need to grab Miles of Trouble and get the hell out of here before Kane shows up, or heāll have a lot of questions I donāt have answers to.
Questions I donāt want to hear or think about or fucking process.
But how do I retrieve Miley without my sister yapping about everything or Dracula here noticing Marcusās impossible-to-miss presence?
āCouldnāt pick another place to practice your nichereligion of taming Davenport?ā I ask. āAlso, whereās Vee? I much prefer your sister to you.ā
āWell, thanks for the vote of confidence.ā She huffs. āAnd Vi doesnāt like skating;ā
āWell, that sucks.ā
Violet, Duchessās foster sister, and the Sleeping Beauty Jude was stalking, is one of the best things in my life lately. Sheās warm and nice, and I feel a sense of familiarity around her.
And, of course, she didnāt date Marcus. Unlike her sister.
I peek behind me, but Marcus and Miley arenāt where I left them.
My skin prickles, static filling my ears as panic floods my throat.
No.
Mileyā¦no.
I only looked away for a second, she couldnāt have possibly been taken away.