Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right
“I do not have servants here that will tend to your every need. It’s not a fucking spa. If you did not bring clothes with you, you are doomed to walk around naked for the rest of your stay.”
“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, boy?” one of the Lycan nobles roared at me. “Is this how you treat your guests?”
“No,” I said, “but I don’t remember inviting you. You are not guests. You are trespassers. Be grateful I don’t have you locked up.”
To my surprise, Quinn took up position right next to me and looked out over the crowd of wolves. I could feel her trying to mind link with me, and failing again. Irritated, I did it for her. “What?” I snapped at her.
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