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Emeric’s POV
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“Before we head back in, Dimitri, I saw you death staring someone before Angel had entered the Ballroom. Who is he to you?” I needed Dimitri to confide in me. I needed him on my side as proof that James had intervened with human affairs. This could be my one shot.
Dimitri’s eyes seeped with hate. His body stiffened and hands both clenched into fists at his sides. Had he been a wolf, he would have drawn his own blood.
“Why the f**k does it matter to you who the jerk is?” He started, his voice laced with anger. “If you are Ange’s mate, make sure that fuckhead doesn’t get within 10 metres of her. He’s nothing and no one but scum.” Dimitri averted his dagger-like eyes from me to Angel. As soon as his met with Angel’s, they had welled with tears. Angel let go of my
