Myra felt like she couldn’t breathe from the stares both males had locked on her game.
She hadn’t decided which stare was less likely to put her in a heart ticket, since the wolf and Lycan king still both stared, unmoving.
“Is there something on my face?” She found herself asking Tarin, who only smirked, just as Variks raised a cup to hers, and the gamma's eyes darkened once more; no one trusted the Lycan.
“Doctor Emerson, was it? I guess you’re a celebrity in these parts. Why is it so hard to see you?”
“I don’t think I’m that important, Varik,” she said with an emotionless stare mixed with surprise.
“Feisty… Let’s just say it’s a personal goal of mine to talk to you tonight, since you are the special hybrid from the human world who saved my brother’s fiancée,” he muttered.
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