Miss Tarabotti, knowing she should straighten her hat and probably the bodice of her dress and the fall of her bustle as well, could do nothing more than lean forward limply against Lord Maccon’s back. “Randolph, you could have chosen a better time,” said the earl in exasperation. Professor Lyall stood diffidently in front of his Alpha. “Possibly. But this is pack business, and it is important.” Alexia blinked stupidly at the Beta from around the earl’s upper arm. Her heart was doing crazy things, and she still could not locate her kneecaps. She took a deep breath and put some serious
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