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Finally, Viktor had enough. He turned with a snarl and grabbed her upper arms, “I said there would be no interview.” He accompanied each word with a little shake. Her hair swished back and forth as her head bobbed, the scent of her shampoo wafting around him.

He steeled himself against its enticing effects. “Now get it through your stubborn head before I do something I’ll regret.” The last word was accompanied by a backwards shove and he released her arms. Without the support of his hands she stumbled and he restrained himself from reaching out to steady her, despite the fact that his wolf was growling angrily at him.

Brushing her hair from her face, she glared at him, but stepped right back up to confront him once again.

“This interview is important to me.” Her chin was stuck out, her face belligerent.

“And it isn’t to me.”

“There’s a lot riding on it. Finishing my education—”

He snorted. “Do I look like I care?”

“If it’s money you want, maybe I could work something o