Luz away before reaching out and clasping Zoe lightly around the wrist. He brought her toward him despite her obvious reluctance. “How well do you know him, Zoe?”
His voice had dropped lower, huskier, and it shivered down her spine even as the heat of his hand burned through the skin at her wrist. The heat was the main thing, the most pressing thing. She felt warm from the inside out, warm just touching him, warm from standing so close to him.
Her mouth went dry. Her heart was pounding inside her chest. She touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip, trying to ease the dryness. “Don’t you dare insinuate—”
“Insinuate?” Lazaro softly interrupted, drawing her closer still. “I’m not insinuating anything. I’m telling you. I’m telling you how this is, how this works. You’re here because Dante told me to bring you here. This was his idea, corazón. His plan.”
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