ERIC'S POV
“What the hell is wrong with you, Eric?” Dante asks over the MacBook as I'm grabbing my hair, trying my best not to explode.
“Shut the f*ck up, Dante,” I hiss.
“Don’t tell me you're backing out on this now.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why the hell haven’t you gotten any information from that werewolf yet? It’s been a week since you tried controlling him,” Dante says, agitated. “If this is some stupid plan of yours to avoid giving me my money, then Eric, I promise I’ll—”
“You will what?” I snap, locking eyes with him.
Everything freaking irritates me, strikes my nerves. Right now, no one irritates me more than myself. Since I last got into that wolf’s mind, I haven’t been able to think straight.
My mind has never been in one particular place. I need to get myself together again.
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