ra
day. The moment the words "new marriage" left his lips, I had turned and fle
fering a desperate illusion of normalcy. The rich scent of roasted espresso beans usually cal
s, Benny, grabbed my arm. His
ck room. He looked terrified, his eyes darting toward the f
ed. "Benny, what? Did
d if I didn't terminate your employment immediately, she'd send her Warriors to ensure my
. He was just a human trying to survive on the edge of pack ter
white-hot rage. Caroline thought she was cutting off my only lifeline. She thought strippi
he didn't know about my late-night jewelry designs, or the secret commissions I sold
o find out how
ng violently under my boots. I threw open the heavy front doors and s
. "You have no right to t
died in
my father was a man I didn't recognize. He was in his late fifties
lled of stale leather and cloying, sweet cigars. It lacked the terrifying, magnetic purity of the cedar an
er eyes flashing with a wicked, triumphant gleam. "Elara, mind
culating assessment of a man inspecting livestock at an auction.
t the Sanford bloodline is pure. She'll make a fine breeding vessel. My pack needs
ng out a thick, ring-cove
ng eyes. I didn't mask my absolute disgust. I took
ut he quickly masked it with a patronizing chuckle. "Spirited. I can trai
walked out of the drawing room, leaving b
shut. The silence in t
y trembling with a mixture of horror
That, Elara, is the new marriage your father mentioned. You c
his chair, refusing to meet my eyes. In their eyes, I wasn't a dau
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