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Arman POV I was annoyed, to say the least, with Aisling. She asked us to pick up a guy who, honestly, was nothing extraordinary. Jackson was a good guy, a Lycan, but he was nothing special, considering Aisling is a Beta-blooded fire dragon. Uncle Arran would be disappointed in her choices, but who am I to judge? I know for a fact that he and Aunt Aqua are waiting for Aisling to find her fated mate. They are fervent believers that the mate bond is sacred and should be respected. Anyways, that little Aisling detour cost us about an hour. Mat was desperate to know our whereabouts every five minutes, and despite me joking that I wanted to make an entrance, I was truly annoyed. Last night when we were at the strip club, something shifted within me. What I normally found entertaining and