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Melissa Spatiatis.
He grabs my arm and pulls me into the shadowy corridor, away from the prying eyes and ears of the court.
“Dane!” I squeal and he lets go of my hand.
“We can’t be seen speaking.” I say, and he looks back to see if anyone is around us.
“You are his mate?” Dane says, his jaw tightens at the side of his face like he hates the very sentence that emits out of his own tongue.
“Yes.” I say, not ashamed to admit what I do not have control of.
“That is bullshit.” He says, his face is a mask of barely restrained fury and he grabs me by the shoulder again.
“Why will my sister be the mate of that bastard!?” He yells.
“Dane!” I say, looking over my shoulder, trying to calm him down and at the same time, let him know that I would not allow him to speak to me in th
