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Chapter 8 

KYRIE. 

I know I have one of the best memories in the world, but this time… it was like my memory was playing tricks on me. 

I knew I had seen those eyes before. But the question remains… Where? I had been fighting with my instinct since Saint and I walked into the hall, and my gaze rested on the woman I had come to 

know as Eve. 

Every instinct in me screamed that she was the girl from that night. The one Saint and I had been searching for like lunatics. The one who disappeared after stealing from us. The one who had haunted the darker corners of my mind. 

They both had the exact same eyes. Deep, blue, endless eyes. But… what if I was wrong? What if they weren’t the same person? 

If there is anything I hate with a passion, it’s embarrassment. What should I ask her? “Hey, were you the one i and my best friend fucked some months ago?” 

Yeah. That would go over well. 

And if I was wrong? She’d either slap me or faint from the shock. And I’d be the idiot who mistook Saint’s stepsister for some random slut with matching eyes. 

But, well, here I am either way… Just couldn’t let it slide. 

“Hello, Eve,” I said casually. 

She jumped. 

She actually jumped, like I’d fired a bullet past her ear. Her drink nearly slipped from her fingers. Only a quick fumble saved the glass. 

Well, that was interesting… Startled like a guilty little secret. 

She turned to me slowly, brushing a few loose strands of her dark brown hair behind her ear, trying to compose herself. 

That hair. That skin. Those fucking eyes. 

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She was… beautiful. Not just surface–level, either. The kind of beauty that made time warp around her. It pissed me off a little, actually. 

Oh, and she was with the pack’s cheapest woman. I had to protect my best friend’s new stepsister from people like Hazer. Otherwise, in less than three weeks, Eve would have fucked half the men in this pack and she’d end up knee–deep in scandals while at it. 

“Oh, hi,” Eve said nervously. 

There was something about the way she avoided my gaze that kept tugging at the edges of my control. She was scared. 

And it wasn’t fear of strangers. No. It was sick recognition. 

She knew me. And that only confirmed what I’d been dreading. I knew her too. 

Fuck. Did I mention that she was beautiful? 

Yeah. I did. But I had to acknowledge it again. 

I had to keep myself together; otherwise, I’d be tempted to have a taste of my best friend’s sister. Not that I cared. I mean, Saint once fucked my cousin and I was cool with it. He wouldn’t mind if I 

just… 

“Kyrie…” Hazer brought me out of my thoughts, and I almost slammed her face against the wall for 

that. 

“How are you enjoying the party?” I asked Eve, totally ignoring the pest standing beside her. 

Eve’s throat bobbed. She swallowed hard, like the question had caught in her windpipe. Then she gave me a strained smile. It tried to be warm but didn’t quite make it past her lips. 

But fuck. What… she had dimples? Okay. I had to leave now. Really. Because each second spent around this lady makes me want to study her some more. I was going to end up memorizing every line of her face. And the temptation to press a bit further and test her to see if she’d flinch at the right questions was building dangerously. 

This girl was going to be a problem. 

“Uh… fine. Thanks.” 

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There was something about the way her eyes refused to settle on mine for more than a heartbeat. The way she shifted her weight between her feet like she wanted to disappear into the floor. The way fear tasted faintly in between us. 

She was hiding something. 

And I was getting dangerously close to sniffing it out. 

“This might sound very awkward, but…” I started, tightening my tone just enough, “I was wondering… Have we met before?” I went straight to the point. Yeah. That’s one of my weaknesses… but sometimes I call it my strength… going straight to the point. 

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