“If I wasn’t, I might hurt you. We both know my dad wouldn’t exactly like his best soldier hurt, espeially by heir to the title.” Malia smirked, tossing hair over her shoulder.
“Besides, the bite will hurt a helluva lot more if you’re not strong enough to take it.” She knew Peter had offered it to the male despite it being kept relatively under wraps, and she was intrigued. Her father offering to turn someone was an offer very few ever received.
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