Jackson stares down at the tiny woman who is…god, she could be his mate’s identical twin, couldn’t she? Except, a little older…
“Rafe Henry Sinclair,” the woman hisses, moving closer to the Prince, glaring daggers into his face. “What the fuck are you two playing at!?”
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