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Greyson “And what are you snickering about?” I growl at the pesky demon while we watch Sophia leaving her friend’s packhouse to set off with her mate. “Nothing, Master.” He looks like he could burst at the seams with f*****g glee any moment now. I’m awfully tempted to summon my scythe and give him a little help out of his scaly skin. If I can’t cut every inch of Michael Gold’s body, maybe I can have a go at Blaze. My plan backfired. I got cheated, again, and I fear it’s going to become a pattern unless I cut the snake’s head clean off. Sophia shocked me by being unpredictable, in a very bad way. The same woman that somehow convinced me not to reap her soul and end her existence, turned the other cheek when the first time she saw her fated mate was while he was f*****g another woman. An