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With each step forward, she flaunted her hips before him, swaying and seducing him. He swallowed again and he could not take his eyes off her.

Her lips curved into a sensual smile. "You have come back to me, dear July?"

He hated her. He hated that name she had called him in the confines of her chambers while he had pleasured her.

"Do not call me that."

The words were off his lips before he could even think of the them. He expected her brows to furrow and then a frown to tug her lips down, the way it always happened whenever she was mad, but instead, Sasha grinned.

"There he is," she cooed, stretching a long nail toward him.

He tried not to flinch as it traced a lone down his cheek, cutting in deep to draw blood. Her gaze remained on his as she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the blood off it slowly. "I find it hard to believe you, Julian. Not when I can smell wolves on you. You have been mingling with the enemy, dining with them," she made a dramat