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Chapter 9
When Ben stumbled forward, finally released from whatever control Sébastien had over him, Nevaeh jumped, yipping at his sudden shuffle of movement, and then jumped and yipped again when her watch beeped at her, letting her know she had ten minutes before she needed to be back inside the conference room. Dammit, Sébastien! Damn Lycans! He had left her in a frayed, jittered mess! She placed her hands on her hips, taking a few breaths before looking at her watch. Just bloody perfect. It was time to head back to the warzone for round two of hellish negotiations. Or was this technically round three, since she’s pretty sure her little meeting with Sébastien accounted for something, and seemingly the beginnings of a cold war sprouting between them. She wasn’t sure she wanted to s
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