10/03/2026 02:48

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I looked up into that face that was almost kissably close, and asked, Your orders are to remind Jason who his pack leader is? His gaze slid from Jason, to me, and the look was equally unfriendly. It was not, strictly speaking, a robot. Jason's eyes were his wolf's eyes, and today they seemed perfect for his face. I find that the only thing worth the time and energy is the company of others; people are my business and I cannot conce

We have done nothing. Belle Morte, too, I said. She leaned on the edge of her desk, arms crossed on her stomach. I'd have backup-if I could persuade Richard to give them to me.