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JAMES SPENDS THE MAJORITY OF THIS TIME AT HIS BAR, The Wolf’s Eye, especially when he has no errands to run or meetings to attend. Today is the latter, he’s already a couple of minutes away from his bar when he runs into none other than Zehra Demir. “Don’t tell me you wanted to pay me a visit,” he drawls, a shadow of a small smirk curving up her lips, referring to Zehra passing by his bar, which he fully knows is not the reality. Doesn’t mean he won’t bring it up just to annoy the other.











