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“Oh come on!” Shelly bellowed and stomped her feet like a three-year-old as her hands fisted and fell to her sides. She knew she probably looked ridiculous but damn if she cared. He’d been right there. His lips had been so freaking close she could practically taste them.
She had no idea how long it took to compose herself, but once she stopped growling like a feral beast, she gulped several deep breaths and closed her eyes. No matter how badly you want to kill Osiris, you can’t, she thought to herself. Not because you won’t, but because you literally can’t, Shelly. He’s the lord of the freaking underworld. So, get a grip before you get your ass fried by the devil himself.
Finally, when she was pretty sure she wouldn’t slap Satan—because that would be unwise, and she sort of prided h
