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A trio of shocked female faces greeted me, as I stepped into the dining room. An encompassing smell as sickly as a honey and fruit cocktail swamped the air, while seven male werewolves sat around a huge dining table, their twitching noses following every tiny movement of the women at the far end of the room.
Controlling the twitch of my eyebrows, I headed straight for Amber and held out my hand. “Good to see you again.” I smiled. Maybe I should’ve taken up acting classes with my improved skills.
With a grin of her own, she accepted my handshake. “Hello, Jem.”
I held on for a moment too long as I inhaled. Amber definitely expelled the sickly sweet smell. I turned my attention to a somewhat plump young woman behind Amber’s shoulder.
Wide, hazel eyes shone beneath frizzy hair that, no
