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I probably looked like a hyena on crack,
“Wanna beg for forgiveness?” he purred,
air Heir.
Fae Investigation Bureau
FIB.
This was the guy who’d burned my clothes off and circulated naked pictures of me. He was rude and arrogant and full of himself. There was no way in hell I’d be ending up in his bed tonight. I was at least sixty-seven percent certain of that.