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“Between my two fathers, I never have any hope of ever being anything but a villain,” Jordan said with a dark glower and set his own card down. I frowned. He was winning. “That's not true,” I said, checking my cards subtly once again to see if I had anything to counter him. Jordan set down another card, ending the match before it had even truly begun. I blinked at his card, and then Jordan flicked his wrist up for me to see and slid a card out. I raised an eyebrow. I hadn't seen him palm it. “Like I said, incorrigible villain.” He grinned, but it didn't hold any humor. “Run back to your nice little alpha, Ayla,” he said, flicking his fingers toward the door. I stood up, gathered the cards, and left without another word, trying not to let him get under my skin. That was what he wanted,
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