"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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There were over three thousand species of snakes in the world, and whilst most of them fell in with the reptile family, I was convinced that Blake Owen had earned his very own category among them.

With eyes as deep and enchanting as a forest's undergrowth, and a magnetic smile that charmed the pants off of the unsuspecting, people often mistook his beauty for sweetness.

I was not one of those people. Not any more. Not when the potent burn of his poison still lingered in my bloodstream from the last time I had been careless enough to let my guard slip around him.

I'd embraced him as a brother and in return, he'd fucked mine. I'd been there for him, looked out and defended him since we had been knee-high to fucking grasshoppers, and he'd repaid me by seducing my baby brother the second I'd left town.

I had loved him. Now, I fucking hated him.

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