CALIFF

And there is more— probably a hundred more.

This time, I rolled my eyes, which I didn't do it. “Of course. It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t come prepared.”

A small smile appeared on her lips as if she was winning her arguments. “I want that bitch out of my sight, away from you, and if I smell your scent on her, I will rip her throat out of her pretty neck.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Your wolf, or you are the one talking.”

“Both. I know she’s a daughter of your ...