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e broken wooden wolf were clutched in my hand, the rough edges digging into my palm. I did
staff. He stood beside a black SUV built like an armored tank. The oppressive aura of
dow. "What is it?" I
tone as precise as a machine,
portant Pack mission? Or is he just taking a break from his ne
cess to the Pack's inner circle, destroying my chances of finding out w
h and obedient as I unbuckled my se
filled with the suffocating scent of Harden's cedar and storm. We dr
nthouse felt like the pu
t was the cherry-red tip of a cigarette glowing between his fingers. He looke
his voice echoing in
im but stopped a
ur hand," h
d, then he
ingers to reveal the broke
oice flat. I refused to le
nearby fireplace. The flames licked up, consuming the wood in an
finally said. "For three
do you
r-of-fact. "An apartment downtown? A new car? A promotion f
yone in the world had a price tag. He thought he could buy away his guilt f
"I don't need your money," I said softly. Then, I pointed to the priceless, limited-edition gold li
act, I casually tossed the solid gold lighter straight into the nearby trash can. "Perfect," I smiled, a p
genuine surprise-of confusion-crossed his golden eyes. He had clearly expected
ed by my petty, rebellious little stunt. In his world, everyone wanted something. My refusal
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