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    She traced each hurried line of the agreement with narrowed eyes before shooting a look at him.


    Heat rose in her chest as frustration red, bright and unyielding. Trying to put him in his ce had backfired spectacrly. Now she was the one left cornered, and it made her bristle.


    He already wanted to move into Regal Grove tonight to please her as a kept man should?


    And his request of sleeping with her at least once a day? There was no mistaking the intent behind that demand. He was simply securing permission to touch her whenever he liked. Did he take her for a fool?


    Annoyance bloomed across her face. She shot Cole a fierce re, cheeks puffed with indignation.


    Any trace of his earlier fury slipped away, reced by a sly grin.


    “Something wrong? Losing your nerve? You’re all talk and no action, huh? Or perhaps the infamous Death Thorn has never actually spent a night with a man. Is that why you’re blushing so hard?”


    Those words stoked her frustration into pure rage.


    “Want me to keep you around? Keep dreaming!” she retorted. “You’re never getting past the gates of Regal Grove!”


    Without hesitation, she yanked on the car door handle, ready to escape.


    A sudden decision made her twist back around, her hand shooting out to snatch the ring from his grasp before stepping out.


    Her anger was real, but she wouldn’t let it cloud her judgment. Whoever possessed the ring held sway over ze Wildfire. Since Cole was reckless enough to offer it up, she had no ns to refuse such power. Passing it by would be as foolish as tossing away a winning lottery ticket.


    Cole let out a lowugh while his eyes tracked her furious retreat. Then, he stepped out of the car and strolled after her without any rush.


    At the entrance, Damian stood at attention, grinning wide as he hauled open the iron gate for Elliana.


    “Good to see you again.”


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    Clouds of fury followed Elliana as she swept through.


    “Shut the gate,” she instructed coldly, not bothering to look back. “And let the dogs loose!”


    “Right away!” Damian replied in a loud, ringing voice.


    The iron gate crashed shut behind Elliana, the heavy lock snapping closed with finality.


    Then, a puzzled look crossed Damian’s face as he nced around the perfectly trimmedwns.


    “Hold on. Since when do we even have dogs?”


    A soft “meow” cut through the air, stealing his attention.


    Damian swung around just in time to catch sight of Darling, the snow-white cat, charging forward with unexpected fierceness. The tiny feline stationed herself firmly by the gate, her fur bristling as she unleashed a chorus of sharp hisses and drawn-out yowls directed at Cole.


    “Meeeooww! Hssss!”


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