“Spying filth,” she spat. She turned his knife against him, both blades now against his throat. Sían shot Navari a look of warning. the woman eased, sliding the knife’s tip slowly down his front, gaze never leaving his.

 

Alton forced a wink. His mouth curved, but the grin didn't reach his eyes. His focus flciked to Eoin, who glared at him, wolf sizing up prey.

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“Does he bite?” He smirked at the taller man. Navari snorted.

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“I do.” Navari’s teeth flashed.

Chapter 38, DOMHnall Hall