“I’m hungry!” I complain even louder. “I’ve got something you can swallow,” Valon sneers. I start to retort, but Dean is too quick. “Shut your fucking mouth,” he barks at Valon. “What the hell?” Valon says, glowering. “I was just joking.” “Your jokes are stupid.” Dean stares Valon down, daring him to respond. Valon shifts in his seat but keeps quiet. “It’s tedious bringing your little pet over here if you’re not going to share,” Bram drawls, leaning back in his chair. He lets his wolfish eyes roam over me, not caring that Dean’s face is getting darker by the moment. “She belongs to me, not
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