“No doubt about it. She wants to get me killed.” I snarled, storming towards the kitchen.
If anything went wrong, she wouldn’t escape unscathed. However, I had no desire to lose my pretty little head to the blood-rusted guillotine of the Lycans, let alone embarrass myself internationally.
What’s more, there was still Einas Raed. If I failed to impress him in this event, how would I accomplish my goal? The bastard would think he’d made the right choice by rejecting me. By then, it would become an insurmountable task to get him to take back the rejection.
I groaned and rubbed my temples. Why?
Why only me of all the supernatural creatures in the world?
And why was I even trying?
Just why the hell did I have to put up with all this bullshit when the so-called mate meant to be my support
