AZALEA'S POV
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Negotiating has never been, and never will be on the table for Bexley. She could be lying for all I know. She manipulates, lies and ruins everything she comes in contact with. "What do you know of her wolf?" My eyes lock on Corbin's, and the world seems to slow down, barely spinning on its axes as her words echo in my mind like a broken record player.. His gaze holds a reserve I feel in my chest. Why does Bexley know so much about my daughter's wolf? Bexley's shackles rattle as she lifts her hands, "I want out of these." She demands like she has a foot to stand on.
"You aren't here to make demands," I inform her. "They are heavy, and I have an itch that I'm sure you wouldn't want to scratch," She winks at Corbin. The blood in my veins slowly becomes cold as ice forms. Th
