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Smith's POV I couldn't have cared less about the way Thomas's voice roared through the room, the intensity of his anger causing the very air to crackle with tension. He was there, in my face, his eyes filled with rage as he thundered, "How dare you lay a hand on Annabel, Smith?" I simply leaned against the wall, a smug grin dancing across my lips. Thomas's fury was amusing to me, and I had no intention of playing into his anger or taking his accusations seriously. I knew precisely which buttons to press to fuel his anger, and I wasn't about to pass up this golden opportunity. "What's the matter, Thomas?" I drawled in a mocking tone, my voice dripping with insincerity. "You can't handle your little beta yourself? Maybe you should keep a tighter leash on her." The moment the words left m