After Jackson agrees, however reluctantly, Maya follows him into his study.Maya sinks into a plush leather chair, feeling dwarfed by the sheer size of the furniture made for a six-foot-four alpha werewolf. She watches as Jackson paces back and forth, his brow furrowed in thought, his energy radiating a palpable sense of unease."So," she says, breaking the silence, "what's so bad about this Summit Ball?"Jackson stops pacing, turning to face her, his expression irritated. "Everything," he says, his voice laced with disdain. "It's a waste of time, a breeding ground for gossip and political maneuvering. And it's filled with people I'd rather disembowel than share a glass of blood with."Maya raises an eyebrow, amused by his dramatic pronouncements. "Sounds like fun," she says, a teasing glint in her eyes.Jackson glares at her, his lips twitching in a sneer. "You have no idea," he says, his voice dropping suddenly. "The other guests might be small-minded fools, but… they're formidable
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