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Tor was too comical. I could hear him grit his teeth throughout the dinner, and his jaw locked so tight it was a wonder he hadn’t cracked a molar. His fists clenched, nostrils flared, and his eyes burned with barely contained possessiveness. Even Gale, his beast, stirred with unease. I could feel Kayne, my beast, bristle under the scrutiny of the room, the weight of their stares pressing down on us like a thick fog.
But the entrance of the Cobalt family had my irritation spiking. My ...
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