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“Sometimes,” he agreed.

I held my breath when he got close enough that one tiny inhale would have his lips brushing against mine.

“Let me say it again.” Leo wrapped his pheromones around me until they clung to my hair and skin, marking me. “You need to figure out what you want, Francesca, or I’ll do it for you.”

I watched him turn on his heel and leave, annoyed that he was always such a pushy asshole.

But as usual, he was right.

I needed to figure out what I wanted before I made everything so much worse.

CHAPTER 35

Leo

My girl didn’t wantme killing that dickhead but I wasn’t going to let him treat her like that and get away with it either.

I pulled my hoodie over my head and yanked it down over my gear as I headed for the main entrance of his apartment complex. Jabbing in the code, I reminded myself not to yank the door open too hard or the glass would shatter and announce my presence before I was ready for it.

Getting caught wasn’t a concern but if Frankie found out I came here to mess with him she’d get all weird and annoying. So, I had to be careful. I had to blend in.

I yanked the hood over my hair and kept my head down, going for the stairs instead of the elevator since they didn’t have any CCTV in the stairwells.

Francesca was making mecrazy.

She always made me crazy, but this time felt different.

What made me angry wasn’t what she’d done either, but the way she’d said his name. Francesca hasn’t once said my name since I’ve been back. Not aloud anyway.

But she kept saying his name like it was the easiest thing in the world despite her track record.

When Frankie slept with someone, she didn’t ever use their name. It was the only reason I’ve never been worried about her passing flings and the ruts she’s spent with others.

Her rookie was getting under her skin and she was reacting to him the same way she did to me. No alpha has ever gotten her to rely on them other than me.

Me.

Now thisratwas dragging her along and fumbling around while he wasspyingon her and I refused to let him ruin her like she’d ruined me.

He didn’t care about her the same way she cared about me so the devastation she’d feel could never be soothed. ThisSorenwould disappear and leave her broken and bruised. I refused to let that happen.

So. We were going to have a little chat.

I hit the fifth floor and shoved the door open, heading down the hall to his apartment.

Killing him was unfortunately out of the question but she hadn’t said anything about torture or maiming.

It would be really fucking difficult to spy on her if he didn’t have any eyes to see with.

Watching her with him had set my blood on fire.

I’ve never been furious with Francesca. Not really. She pissed me off quite frequently, but it was always a passing emotion I found entertaining and invigorating.

ButSorenmade me want to rip her eyes out so she could never look at him again. Or his eyes. I couldn’t decide. Maybe both.

I could rip my own eyes out I supposed. Then I wouldn’t have to watch her stare at that horrible little spy like he was the answer to all her problems.

Except then I wouldn’t be able to exterminate all the rats in her life and what use would I be to her then? She’d have no reason to keep me around if I couldn’t at least be useful.

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