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13.3 Vivienne
Marcus let out an instinctual snort. “Not unless the background check I ran on you skipped a few crucial details,” he replied sardonically.
“You ran a background check on me?!” Vivienne balked, and then wondered why she was so surprised by that. “Wait, never mind that. What did you mean by ‘crucial details’? Are they a criminal? Mafia? Were you secretly recruited by the CIA or something? Is this like an espionage mission, I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you type of deal?”
In response, the bear shifter levelled her with a look that was equal parts disbelieving and amused. He opened his mouth for a moment, seemingly conflicted, and finally shook his head firmly. "Your imagination is impressive.”
“I’m not hearing a confirmation or denial,” Vivienne sing-songed, grinning when the shifter exhaled a quiet laugh.
“You know I can’t answer any of those questions, Vivienne. It's better if you remain as ignorant as mentally possible about everyth
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anyway. We do have business to discuss, after all." Pressed so close to him, Vivienne felt the subtle loosening of muscle, the release of tightly wound tension as Marcus relaxed imperceptibly, though his face remained an impassive wall of stoicism as he stared Damien down. He slightly raised his eyebrow at the man's response, "What 'business' do you have to discuss with me?" With a quick glance at Vivienne, who was doing her best to keep her head down and appear as uninterested as possible while still very much eavesdropping on the conversation, Damien began to explain. "The family is currently planning a rather delicate negotiation with the Apollyon Organization. I’m sure you’ve heard of them.” Marcus grunted in affirmative, though Vivienne had to think a little to recall the name. She had heard of them on the news, a human-only group that just skirted the line of legality. A lot of articles labelled them as heavily anti-shifter, if not straight up human supremacists. Still, if the
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