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“You were in a king-sized bed with a woman sitting on your face, another one riding your dick, and your fingers stuck in two more.” I shook my head. “The memory of it is so vivid. There were another two rolling about with each other, waiting their turn.”

“An orgy,” he said, his words flat.

“I screamed. Demanded to know what you were doing, but you kept going.” Disgust coiled around my belly and squeezed tight. I swayed on my feet, breathing hard to settle my stomach, glad we’d been too anxious to eat.

“Is that when you killed me?” he asked.

“No.” I swallowed. “Half of the women scrambled off you; the other half remained. They were she-wolves who bore a grudge. They kept fucking you and hurling insults, while you were acting like you’d won a golden ticket to the Playboy Mansion.”

“Cathwulf,” he whispered.

My breath came in panicked gasps. “They wouldn’t stop.” My voice trembled. “Every word they said made sense. I was too big, too oafish, too ugly to attract a man. Now that I’d lost my