Moriah’s POV
The wolf took my hand, shaking it gingerly, then immediately wiped his own palm down the front of his pants, making no secret of his disgust. I merely shook my head, laughing again. So self-absorbed, I thought as I motioned for him to join me on the bed. His reaction was priceless, the way his smokey eyes bulged out of his head, darting manically between me and the empty place beside me.
“In case you haven’t noticed, there are no chairs here,” I pointed out, rolling my eyes, then added, “And trust me, I could not possibly have any less interest in you. Just come sit.” I patted the rumpled comforter, waiting for his reaction. He eyed me suspiciously, but remained motionless. I shrugged. This was why we witches rarely dealt with these alpha mongrels.
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