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“Does this look medium-rare to you?” Brock turned his plate to show that the meat had no pink in it whatsoever. “Or are you that stupid?” “I thought you said medium well.” The rotten stench of lies wafted off Donovan. He had no clue we knew he was lying. He had a good poker face, so if it hadn’t been for the smell, I wouldn’t have known. “Sadie, check yours,” Brock ordered. I did what any graceful lady would do. I grabbed my fork and stabbed the steak right in the center. I already knew mine was cooked right; the smell was delicious. Instead of cutting a piece off, I lifted the whole steak and bit into it over and over. Once I got a piece in my mouth, I chewed with my mouth wide open. “Mns gdd.” “Stop eating like that right now.” Brock’s eyes glowed as he tried to force the alpha will
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