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He was hitting on her! How could he do such a thing? Hadley had arrived as fast as he could, and already the male was trying to move on his claim. He heard Isa introduce herself, denying that she was an angel. He shivered at the word. Angels. They were demons in disguise, that's what they were. He didn't care for angels. They were far too frightening. He opened his mouth to tell the stranger to mind his own business and get out of there when he spoke.
Immediately Hadley's ears flattened. He wasn't sure what to say to that. Mates? They weren't mates. He didn't want Isa as his mate. No, that was wrong. He had to want her as his mate. He needed her as his mate. Red flushed over his face at the words, basically melting into the ground as he crouched down. How he was supposed to respond to that he didn't have a clue. His words were a completely muttered jumble, hard to make out. Mates...not m-m-mates...pretty...protect who?...w-we're really not... He glanced over at Isa's explanation, hoping she would know what to do before he completely finished melting.
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