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She caught his smirk, though the flirtatious fire in her orange eyes died out when the man mentioned that he was looking for someone. A female, nonetheless. The raven's expression turning cold, her dark brows pinching together ever so slightly in disappointment as she turned to look out to sea.
Though her ears did prick up when the fiery male mentioned the word 'royal' along with the fact that she belonged to 'his' pack. Presumably that made him the leader of so-called Yuelong. She looked him up and down with interest. Well, he did seem the type.
She lifted her chin to him again, her autumn orange eyes closing to slits as she peered at him over her dark nose. "What is she worth to you?" She asked, her tone coy.