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Kirby’s POV
I hade here for that painting.
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Jensen told me Darian had captured on canvas what he once witnessed with his own eyes years ago in Ostovia.
It was my only proof.
But when I finally saw it–when I saw Leslie standing before it, more radiant, more captivating than the figure within the frame–my heart skipped a beat against my will.
I strode up to her, pulling the photograph I always carried from my pocket and holding it beside the painting.
They were identical.
“How…?” My voice rasped as the words slipped out.
Darian ncedzily at the photo in my hand.
“Oh, so you’re the one who took the hard drive?”
My expression darkened, my eyes flicking toward Leslie. But she deliberately refused to look at <ol><li>me. </li></ol>
Darian’s words stripped her earlier denials–her “I don’t know” and “It wasn’t me“-to ashes.
“Teacher!” Leslie snapped, flustered. “I asked first! You just said it wasn’t for sale. If you’re going to sell, it should be firste, first served!”
Darian only chuckled, eyes twinkling.
“I only sell to those I feel like selling to.”
The fire in me red. I let a small, sharp smile curve my lips.
“I want it. Name your price.”
No amount would be too much.
Darian’s grin widened as he raised a single finger.
Without hesitation, I turned to Mch, who had followed me in.
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“One hundred million credits. Transfer it now.”
Mch froze, staring at me in shock, his eyes silently questioning.
I shot him a re.
A hundred million? Was that supposed to be expensive?
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The old man chuckled, his gaze flicking to Leslie. “Send it to her. After all, she’s the one in the painting.”
Leslie’s face darkened, speechless with anger. The old lunatic had truly lost his mind.
Just as she turned to leave, Carris strolled over, careless as ever.
“Leslie, there you are. I’ve been looking-”
“What are you doing here?” My voice dripped with contempt as I fixed my gaze on this so- called cousin.
Thest time we met, I had beaten him and warned him to stay away from Leslie.
Clearly, he hadn’t listened.
He slipped his arm around Leslie’s, staring straight at me with an audacity I had never seen in him.
“Kirby, your engagement’s been dissolved. Isn’t a single wolf allowed to pursue a rtionship anymore?”
“Kill him.” Lance’s voice inside me was a snarl of venomous rage. “That worthless branch of our blood dares toy hands on our Queen!”
For a heartbeat, I nearly lost myself to the fury and jealousy, my wolf wing to shred Carris where he stood.
But I crushed the instinct, forcing Lance down.
Violence would only push Leslie further from me.
I would deal with Carris another way.
Leslie’s POV
I didn’t want to stay there another second.
Kirby’s presence was like a fishbone stuck in my throat–impossible to ignore, impossible to
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swallow.
I tugged Carris toward the exit.
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“Leslie, let’s go?” Carris said brightly, oblivious to Kirby’s scaring rage. His clear eyes brimmed with nothing but easy affection for me.
I nodded. I had wanted to leave from the start.
“After dinner, let’s catch a movie?” he added cheerfully.
I was about to agree when a voice like ice cracked through the air behind us.
“Carris. Do you want your little studio to close down permanently?”
Carris froze mid–step.
His grip on my arm went stiff.
“Threat,” my wolf, Asphodel, sneered in my mind. “A fool blinded by jealousy.”
Carris turned, his face a mix of defiance and unease.
“Kirby, how could you threaten me?”
He wanted to shout, but pride held him back. Instead, he forced a strained smile at me. “Leslie, go on ahead. I’ll talk to my cousin.”
I wasn’t interested in their family squabbles. I nodded and slipped away to the restaurant.
Eating alone suited me fine.
Several young wolves came over during the meal, trying to strike up conversation, asking for
my contact.
Their faces were familiar, so I didn’t want to be rude–I gave them my public number.
Finally, Carris reappeared, his face ashen.
“Leslie… let’s go.”
I rose and followed him out to his heavily modified Jeep, styled like a rugged Wrangler.
He started the engine, steering down the steep mountain road from the restaurant.
Then suddenly, a ck luxury car–like some feral beast of the Rogue Pack–careened toward us as if out of control.
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“Bang-!”
The impact sent me lurching forward, saved only by the airbag from real injury.
Carris cursed under his breath, furious at the wreck.
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He opened the door, ready to storm out–then froze when Kirby stepped from the ck car.
Standing before the crumpled hood, his gaze swept over us, cold as a de.
Carris faltered, fear flickering in his eyes.
I arched a brow at him. A moment ago he had been bold enough–now he looked like a rat before a cat.
“You’re afraid of him?”
Carris ground his teeth. “Not afraid. Respect.”
I raised my brows at his bravado and climbed out of the car myself.
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