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Empty threats. Unfulfilled promises. Malore Reid was as much of a traitor as the friend he executed. Taking your close friend’s daughter under your wing and then assaulting her, man, what a way to spit on a man’s grave.
I snickered as Malore grabbed me by my collar. My bodyguards growled in warning, transforming on the spot, their clothes shedding to the ground. In the corner of my eyes, Malore’s men shifted. Large wolves growled back and forth, but this was my turf. My territory. And he, the intruder.
“You’ll give her back,” Malore seethed, his eyes wild with large, black bags underneath. He was losing sleep without Selene by his side.
My jaw ticked. Did he sleep with her? Did he force that child into his bed? A girl who once called him uncle and rode upon his sh
