REJECTED MATE
He drew back, his gaze flicking up to meet my eyes.
“Are you having problems looking him up?” I asked. “What’s his name?”
“Malachi Dain,” he replied, sounding a mile away.
My nose wrinkled. He sounded like a super villain. “Are you serious?”
“Nobody had the guts to accuse him of making it up.”
“Right.” Rubbing the back of my neck, I chewed on the inside of my cheek, trying to work out how I would ask my next question without making Griff feel bad. “I can’t think of anyone who deserves getting cursed, but why—”
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