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Chapter 37: The Dinner

Penulis: Pixie Snow
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“Oh. Come on…” I sighed, dragging a hand down my face.

Rowan, Kieran, Damon, and Silas stood in the foyer like four very judgmental Greek statues carved entirely out of overprotective testosterone. All four noses lifted at once.

Wolf super-scent.

Fantastic.

Kieran’s nostrils flared. “Who is that?”

Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “Male. Not familiar. Not pack.”

Silas leaned closer and muttered darkly, “Not human either.”

Damon stepped forward, folding his arms like he was about to deliver a verdict. “Clara. Explain.”

I raised both hands, exasperated. “I went for a coffee with Cass. A man talked to me. Calm the hell down. He didn’t bite me or lick me or propose in the street.”

“That’s not reassuring,” Rowan said flatly.

“Why were you close enough to smell him?” Kieran asked.

I blinked. “Uh… because that’s how conversations work?”

Silas muttered something about “idiot charmers” and “British accents being a plague.”

Damon growled quietly. “Describe him.”

Oh, great. A police sketch moment.

I cross
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