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ANNABELLE.

"Do we have a deal, Miss Devirolli?"

My mouth works faster than my brain can analyze what the obnoxiously hot stranger is saying and is asking me to do. "Are you fucking kidding me, right now?"

His molten silver irises roll to the back of his head in exasperation, "I don't have the time nor the will to fucking kid you," his lips purse as he emphasizes my colorful choice of words. "I need us to complete the mating process to get the rest of my powers to function and I'm willing to pay whatever price you'd ask for."

"Is that so hard to understand, Annabelle?"

Yes, it was, you demonic asshole.

The grind of his teeth makes me laugh as he says, "I heard that."

"Good, you were meant to," I smile, standing up. "And we don't have a deal. I don't need a mate. I specifically don't need you anywhere near me or my pack. Try me and you'll fucking get it."

He was too full of himself and prideful, and that right there ticked me off. I shouldn't be this angry at someone that I was suppo