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never in sobeille's life had she encountered this.

haughty men, yes. stupid ones, too. but she couldn't quite fall in step with the rhythm of this stranger; what, exactly, did he mean?

as he pursed his lips she blinked, inhaling through a nose heavy with fresh wounds. okay, den. sure. a gleam in her eye as she pressed the trigger to see how far he'd go. i 'ave a job in mind... but it be one takin' a special kind of wolf.

could that be you? glittered the unspoken query in her gaze.