Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets
I said, falling into step beside him.
He didn't reply, of course. Men like Catel had no taste for conversation—or humor. His silence only made me want to ruffle his feathers.
"So," I began, glancing sideways at him, "tell me, Beta Catel, do all of Adam's men come with that same permanent scowl? Or is it just a family trait?"
His jaw flexed. "It's called professionalism."
"Oh, of course," I said lightly. "The great Beta who never smiles. Do you ever relax, or would that make the muscles in your face disintegrate?"
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