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Chapter 49.2

Heat rose to my cheeks, and my skin itched at all the scrutiny. I tried to push the sensations to the back of my mind, but it was as futile as holding back the ocean. I rubbed the back of my neck and muttered, “He wanted me to be his mate.”

Griff snarled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I gave him a pat on the thigh, hoping to convey that I hadn’t once been tempted.

Beki rolled on her back and made several happy barks, feeling like she believed that we had reconciled. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that we still hadn’t had the conversation about what had gone wrong between us.

“The cheeky bastard.” Sigyn clapped her hands over her mouth. “And he ran off with the waitress when you refused?”

I shrugged. “He didn’t strike me as the type who was used to rejection.”

Fenrir leaned against the door and folded his arms across his chest. “Now we’ve got to find a way to steal him back from Hades.”

The beginnings of an idea took root in the back of my mind. I glanced at Loki, wonderi
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