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Demi’s pov

"Speak sweetheart, you have nothing to be scared of." Dmitri turned to me with that doting gaze of his, "Speak darling, I am here with you."

"I do have a mate." I took in a deep breath, "But he doesn't want me and..."

"You should go with the man that loves you dear." The human who had spoken on how cute we were earlier interjected again, "You look like you have had it bad and you deserve all the care in the world. To hell with the bastard who doesn't want you."

"Maybe that bastard has his reasons." Eros was seething with fingers fingers clenching tightly turning his knuckles white, “Maybe the bastard has really good reasons."

"Maybe the bastard doesn't want a weak wolf." My tone was beginning to rise as well, “Maybe the bastard is just a pompous spoon-fed brat who hates people beneath him."

"Don't think for the bastard."

We both carried on in silent and not so hushed whispers while the guests watched us with interest but we were too carried away with our banter to care.

"En