Taming The Wolf
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iness Mak
aused before a large mahogany door, took a steadying breath, and pushed it open. The scent of old books, cigar smoke,
moment she stepped inside. His dark eyes narrowed,
arned to listen," he sneered,
sarcastic smirk. "You should be thankful my ears haven't gone deaf fro
nd hurled it toward her. Querencia's reflexes, sharpened by years of surviving this man's temp
ron bellowed, slamming his fist onto the desk. "Next t
ht of his red, furious face. "Careful, Baron. You'll give yourself high blood p
ured toward her with a smirk. "Marina, prepare the carriage and lay out the dress I'll wear for th
ed, bowing slightly before hu
a couldn't help but comment with a sigh,
Querencia replied w
cruelty and the life he'd stolen from her mother, Querencia couldn't muster even an ounce of respect for him. He was a man
rince tonight, Binibini?" Marina
ave a moment of my attention. That man's the reason for my inevitable death in this cur
thing. She'd learned it was wiser to stay
ration at
ate carriage, en route to the grand ball hosted at the royal palace. The cob
air thickened with the
the Baron's in
ron protects like some prized jewel? I heard he's
insufferable. Pr
bly cruel,
nto an amused, mocking smile. Part of her wanted to walk right into their little huddle, correct
scent of wine, perfume, and ambition. Nobles spun on the polished marble floors to the
l de Wolreign stood apart from the crowd, wine glass in hand, watching t
a's lips
oward him, an unfamiliar vo
a portly, middle-aged noble greeted
recognize him, nor did she care to. "The pleasure is mine,
slid to her shoulder in a gesture
ed. She straightened, her gaze sharpening like a blade. "It
rabbed his wrist, twisted it sharply, and h
d, drawing startled gla
look noble, but no amount of gold will hide yo
iped her palm as if to remove his lingering touch
tunned man clutched his h
fool, she
t the brief distraction had cost her - t
that dam
tion, only to overhear the
Grace. As
g a subordinate. His back was to her, but Querencia's heart leapt.
e greeted, offering a dazzling
her hand a little too low - dang
h
igher, internally cursing her nerves. If the Archduke were of a d
and forced hersel
he's
t features, and eyes like a storm about to break. Even standing
on, regaining her composur
aze pinned to her face. It felt like being weighed, mea
word, Castriel de
walked off, leaving her standing there, hand
t the
ed onto the spectacle she'd just made of herself. Th
her fists, her ex
he muttered under her breath, a sharp smile slicing across
laughed - a rich, defiant sound that made
aint smirk tugging at his lips. "Crazy woman," he
s just the opening act. And in her sto
this
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