Wolf Rachael
she cooed mockingly, tilting her head like a viper studying its prey, "I can be very generous, Rachael."
She reached out, tracing one sharp, manicured nail down my cheek. I forced myself not to recoil.
“All you have to do is tell me who’s been slipping your treats."
I stared past her, at a crack in the stone wall, willing my expression to remain blank.
Betraying him was not an option.
Not now.
Not ever.
After a long, heavy pause, Rochelle rose to her feet with a disdainful snort.
"Suit yourself," she snapped. "Starve, then. See how long that pride lasts."
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