“Damn it.” I stomped my foot.
“Stop. This manipulation is tied to your emotions. Remember? If you aren’t careful you could ignite yourself into flames because of anger and frustration,” Circe said as she made her way over to me.
“Just because you don’t see anything different doesn’t mean it isn’t happening.” My wolf whispered, still fearful that I would break my concentration.
“Harley, you look…” Atlas said, walking in circles around me.
“Como una hermosa Muerte.” Like a beautiful death, Alistair said in a husky tone, making me shiver.
“Like a beautiful death, indeed,” Axel said, unable to take his eyes off of me. I flushed at all three of their attention.
After all, what woman doesn’t dream of three fine-ass men drooling over her?
“What’s happening?” Alistair asked Circe.
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