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Goosebumps rose on my skin the moment her eyes darkened.
She began to close the distance between us, bile rising at the back of my throat with every step she took towards me.
Cheese had begun to growl, but I gestured at him to stay put and he whined as he obeyed reluctantly.
When she was a hair's breath away from me, I caught the scent of Cyrus on her, unmistakable and strangely pleasant if his presence didn't flip my stomach, yet quiet like a predator about to pounce.
My skin prickled with a sensation that had nothing to do with Sonya's glare.
She was getting exactly what she wanted, so what did she want from me now when her plan had worked and she had the Lycans in her clutches?
"How do you do this?" She finally spoke, every syllable echoing her ire. "After everything?"
I blinked at her in confusion because I had been here since I 'confessed' to poisoning her and I had done nothing but survive.
