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I sit prim and pretty, hoping the high collar hides the strain in my jaw.

No threat here.

Totally not going to blow out your brain-stems, grab your cash, and burn the evidence.

I’m just a dumb heiress, head filled with blood diamonds and coconut water.

Not that I need to think pretty, sparkly things to fake my smile. Nothing’s a happier thought than setting this place on fire.

Soon.

Just hold on a little longer.

My father sets the final folios side-by-side, then steeples his fingers over the mahogany table. “Rod. Tobias. How unexpected.”

The Bourg and Salerno packleaders flash matching cat-stole-the-caviar smiles that bottlebrush-puff my non-existent tail.

“Why be enemies?” Rod Bourg licks his lips. “Plenty of pie to share around.”

“Is our joint proposal acceptable?” Tobias Salerno smirks.

“Indeed.” Nikolaj inks both contracts with a flourish. My heartbeat kicks when he passes them to Marie. “Prepare copies and the heat drugs. We’ll finalize the hand-over in the nest.”

Tobias and Rod unite to shake my father’s hand. Then they hug it out like long-lost brothers instead of enemies who fooled me into thinking I could end this night in control.

“Welcome to Salerno Pack.” Tobias pats Rod’s shoulders. Their alphas mingle, all handshakes, fist-bumps, and leering gazes that tell exactly who’s on the agenda for their first full-group activity. Tobias lifts a high-ball glass. “Here’s to being bonded in blood. To the cartel. And to our lucky mate.”

“Dibs on second bite.” Rod licks his lips again, proving that my gag reflex is as ready as ever.

“It’s yours.” Tobias nods. “You’re my second-in-command.”

“Bring on the heat.” A Salerno alpha rubs his palms.

“Go,” Nikolaj whip-crack barks the beta I thought was already gone.

Marie catches my gaze as she bows out of the lounge, a guard on her ass and watery eyes overflowing with silent apologies.

I slip out-of-body, drifting up into the smoke and watching my nightmare unfold from the cloud while echoing words hammer my nervous system.

Heat. Drugs. Nest.

Heat. Drugs. Nest.

Heat.

Drugs.

Nest.

Bite?

Never.

It’s time.

I’m done with good girl smiles that turn my lips to wax.

I smile flames. “Why wait? Show me to my nest.”

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