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The other's words did little to sooth the fire in him. In fact—it only kick started it.  Never before had Clay been so utterly fed up, so hot, so short-circuited. He wanted nothing more than to beat this stranger into the dirt.

Pulling up his lips into a snarl, Clay was ready to tackle the other until a large, imposing white female entered the scene. Halting, he took a glance to her with just as much hate as he held before. Her words, like the other's, did little to calm his anger that was bubbling and over flowing. "I don't give a crow's shit about Donovan or his enemies!" He spat at her feet.

Brushing past her with a shove, the prince set his targets on the agouti stranger as he ran forward, attempting to tackle the other into a dirt with a loud battle cry.