JESSICA'S POV
Perhaps it was my wolf. Or, the fact that the scar etched on my chest was itching me terribly. Or worse still, the mere fact that Kane thinks he could just say anything and get away with it.
Someone needed to put him in his place after all. A laugh followed by a growl reached my ears.
“You know that is not possible cute little wildcat,”
Gosh! I cringed at Kane's statement. I just want to leave his chambers, his hold and clutch over me.
“Whenever you're done, you'd come out,”
I snorted, “You bet I'm going to take this fancy looking bathroom as my abode from now on,” I countered.
“Watch it wildcat,” Kane cautioned, “I might not be this nice next time,”
I grunted in utter frustration, now I was seeing reasons why my wolf didn't feel comfortable with Kane around her.
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