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I stayed flush against his chest, my breathing short.
"They aren't just coming for a show, Hayes. They want my blood. When that needle comes back empty, Vance is going to put that girl in my bed and throw me in the cells. Do you get that?"
"I told you to let me worry about the needle," he growled. He violently shoved his hair back, his eyes flashing a dark, frantic gold. "Just look at me like you hate my guts. Give them the friction."
"I don't have to fake it," I said, backing up until the edge of the heavy armchair hit the back of my knees. "I am furious. You let them parade her in front of the entire assembly like I’m a broken asset."
A heavy, aggressive knock rattled the oak door.
"Alpha," Vance’s voice boomed through the wood. "The dawn window is closed. The doctors are he
