“Your brother killed my husband,” she said fearlessly through her teeth. The rest doesn't interest me.

Recklessly responded to anger with anger. It seemed that this was an effective way to play for time, since the wolf did not receive the necessary reaction. He definitely needs her fear, the tremor of every cell of the body and tears. She wasn't about to play along with his wounded dominance.

- The mechanic admitted that the blonde gave him a bunch of dough for this case.

He sat down on the couch, and she was left standing in front of the fucking easel, like an interrogation or worse. She grimaced in annoyance...