Chapter Thirty-Three
Nadaria stared up at him after he said it, tilting her head to one side. She absolutely considered herself a girl boss. An independent woman that only needed to rely on herself. But, oh my, why did a part of her swoon hearing those words? Maybe possessiveness could be attractive in small doses. Not like some toxic control freak, cough cough wolf shifters, but in a cute, unexpected way. Especially since she could see he was backtracking. “Not-not like ownership, not like that at all,” he sputtered, running a hand back through his hair. He winced because it was matted at the front where he’d bled. Sorin wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t been wanting to dance with Mihal because his constant criticism of Sorin was exhausting. There was no doubt she could have handled it herself, and she wished it
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