Chapter 43
BRAX Vixen sits perfectly still in the chair across from Silas’ desk. The warlock paces around her in circles, appraising her like a art critique would the Mona Lisa. “How were things with you and the Alpha going?” “Good… I guess,” Vixen says hesitantly. “You guess?” “I don't know! I'm not good at this romance s**t,” the Warlock hums in thought as he continues to circle her. “Do you think he's interested in you romantically?” “Yeah,” she bites her lip and averts her eyes. She’s hiding something, or not telling the whole story. “Enough that he'd want to mate you?” There’s a brief pause before nodding weakly. She’s still biting her lip. She’s still lying. “My name looks so pretty on your neck,” Silas smiles evilly as he inspects his handy work, seemingly satisfied with Vixen’s
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