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Elodie’s P.O.V

I could have sworn that I felt Marcel around me right now but that didn’t matter. What mattered was putting Darius in the place where he belonged.

The trash.

I jumped to my feet, grabbing the hot coffee that the waiter just dropped on the table and before he could escape what was coming for him, I poured the coffee right on his face.

Darius flinched as the hot coffee hit his face, fury blazing in his eyes as he snarled. “What the heck was that for?”

His audacity appalled me and the hatred that I developed towards him intensified. This idiot called me here to accuse me of something that I had no idea of.

He had accused me of poisoning the water supply to the pack and also had the effrontery to attempt to touch my face.

I just couldn’t understand him. While I was thinking that he called me here to taunt me about Ezra. He came here speaking gibberish about how I was going to pay for the damages caused to his pack and joining hands with his enemies to launch an attack