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Chapter Twenty-Two

Lisha POV

I am sure Jasmine is more cat than a wolf; she hasn't stopped creeping around the room all morning. Her short dark hair is cut in a pixie style, accentuating her large green eyes-long black eyelashes and olive skin. Jasmine is a little taller than me; she is beautiful. It is a shame she is such a bitch. Leaning my back against the bedhead, I have my legs straight and crossed at my ankles; I wiggle my toes and ask,

“So, Jassie, what are we doing today?”

She spins around, growling as she says,

“I told you not to call me that, Lisha.”

I wiggle my eyebrows at her and smirk,

“And I told you I don't give a fuck, Jassie.”

Jasmine hasn't managed to take all my Fae senses away as she thought; I can hear her heart rate pick up as her anger rises.

“Do you have a death wish, Lisha?”

I snort,

“If you mutts wanted me dead, you would have killed me by now.”

Her eyes glaze over for a couple of minutes before she looks down at me and sneers,

“Get up the King wishes to speak to y
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