Claimed by the Wolf King of Another World
And Milo—because of course Milo—perched on the low wall, flipping his knife like a man with no interest in keeping his fingers.
“Storm girl,” he drawled, grin bright as coin. “How’s it feel being Nytherra’s newest controversy? Fan club? Hate mail?”
“Do you practice being insufferable,” I asked, “or is it genetic?”
He pressed a hand to his heart, stricken. “Wounded. Catch me, Jarek.”
“No,” Jarek said without looking.
Kaia clipped mint and didn’t hide her smile. “Stop pestering.”
“Pestering?” Milo gasped. “I’m enriching.” He winked at me. “Right, Zoey?”
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