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Who said anything about sleeping?

Maeve looked at Lucien in amusement; surely Lenora can't be that bad? But the look on the Alpha's face begged to differ. Walking through the door to the cottage, Maeve was hit with the overwhelming urge to flee. There she sat, surrounded in comfort, with a savage scowl on her face. Lenora looked furious.

"What did you do?" Maeve had to ask, and Lucien shrugged his shoulders, "I may or may not have called her a shrew. My memory tends to get a bit hazy when I'm fighting for my life," he admitted.

"Stop exaggerating, Lucien!" Lenora shrieked, "I threw a chair at you to stop your constant fussing. You are worse than a pregnant she-wolf!" Lucien merely raised an eyebrow as if to say "see?" before disappearing into the tiny bathroom and shutting the door. Kahn opened an eye, looking at Maeve as she slowly approached Lenora, having followed her in from the porch, and if a Cerberus could grin, he would be doing it as he waited for the fireworks to start. It didn't take long.

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