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“My animal is wrong.” I emptied my glass and glared at Imani, then Nyx.

I ignored my inner animal when she shouted,For the last time, I am not wrong!

Nyx eyed Imani. “She’s still in the denial phase.”

“Yup,” Imani replied.

“Are you telling me that my animal can’t be wrong?” I demanded.

“Yes!” they said in unison.

I crossed my arms and glared. “I disagree. No one is 100 percent accurate.”

“Lordy.” Nyx shook her head. “There are too many reasons to count why what you just said is utter bullshit.”

I pursed my lips. “That’s my stance, and I’m sticking with it.”

The server showed up again with another round of Brew.

“Thank God,” Imani said, grabbing a glass. “We’re going to need lots of Brew to tackle her stubbornness.”

I took a sip of Brew. “Since the three of us are well on our way to being intoxicated, who will be driving us home?”

“Quinn,” Imani declared.

“Thank goodness it’s not Rhett,” I said.

“I don’t know why you and Rhett are fighting your obvious attraction to each other,” Nyx complained, shoving a cheese stick into her mouth.

“Obvious?” I arched a brow. “You haven’t seen us together.”

Imani and Nyx exchanged knowing looks with each other.

“What?” I commented.

“She told me”—Nyx gave Imani a playful pinch—“that you and Rhett are like a sparkling bottle of ‘hot, angry, sweaty sex waiting to happen’ wine.”

I snorted. “If such a wine did exist, give me five bottles please.”

Nyx raised her hand. “Ditto.”

“Second”—I gave Imani a bemused smile—“snitches get stitches.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger.” Imani chuckled, holding her hands up in surrender. “All I’m saying is that you and Rhett most definitely have a sexy vibe.”

“Chemistry cannot be denied,” Nyx chimed in.

“Chemistry is overrated,” I retorted.

“That’s like saying sex is overrated.” Nyx’s eyes lit with a twinkle of mischief.

“And we all know that’s not true.” Imani waggled her eyebrows.

“All I’m saying is that Rhett and I are never going to be a thing.” I leaned back in my seat when my whole body started feeling warm and cozy.

“He can’t help the fact that he’s an alpha shifter,” Nyx said.

“He’s alpha, all right.” I knocked back another shot, even though I was well on my way to being tipsy. “He loves imposing his will on me.”