“Don’t call me that,” she snarled. “I’m not a little pup.” She shoved me in the chest and I growled, my Lion instincts prickling as I caught her wrists in a vice like hold. “You are,” I growled. “You’re the girl who stared at me at every Oscura event I ever attended. You were the one who wore a pretty dress at Dante’s twentieth birthday party to get my attention.” “That wasn’t for you,” she hissed, the lie obvious by the way her cheeks flushed even further. “You think I didn’t see all of it?” I mocked coldly, wanting to taunt and hurt and make her see why I was no good for her. “I saw how
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