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Chapter 99

Lizetta sniffled and nuzzled her little face against Remington’s chest, her damp hair sticking to his skin, tickling him with a cool itch.

Remington pressed his lips slightly, “Cut the act; it won’t work! Do I need to list your recent shenanigans?”

Lizetta wrapped her arms around Remington’s waist, feeling his warmth seep into her, all that comforting. familiar scent.

Her eyes brimming with heat, “Don’t wanna talk.”

As her body warmed up, she belatedly felt an extreme chill Lizetta snuggled closer into Remington’s embrace, clinging tighter. He looked down at her with those deep, inscrutable eyes and didn’t press further.

His body was like a big ol‘ furnace, not losing any heat to Lizetta, but seeming to get even toastier.

Lying there in his arms, Lizetta stopped shivering and felt a cozy comfort, like she was back in the womb. Eyes closed, the exhaustion from her fear and tension washed over her.

“Lizetta, just try falling asleep on me!”

Thinking she could just snooze her way out without explaining anything? As if! Remington gave her a nudge, and Lizetta looked up at him, her eyebrows and eyes curving.

“Remi, you remind me of someone.”

Something seemed to click in Remington, his eyes flickering, his voice tense, “Who?”

Lizetta smiled, “Mama Bird.”

His reaction to her unexpected answer was a moment of silence, then his lips pressed together in a sharp curve of restrained irritation.

“Mama Bird’s a person?”

Mama Bird, what the heck, wasn’t that just a fancy way of calling someone a beast? He suspected she was implying he wasn’t human and scoffed, tossing her aside, “Let go! Scram.”

Lizetta chuckled softly, her laugh tinged with a bitter sweetness.

Sometimes she truly felt like Remington was her Mama Bird, simply because he had scooped her up from the snowstorm when she was barely alive. Just like a chick imprinting on the first thing it saw, she had latched onto him, and he had taken on the role of protector and caretaker.

Like now, warming her with his body, he did it so naturally, as if it was an instinct etched in his bones.

But he wasn’t Mama Bird, and he had no obligation to her. It had always been unfair to him. Could it be that one day, if she got over her chick complex, she’d stop loving him?

‘Fine. I’ll scram.”

Lizetta let go and rolled to the other side of the bed, but before she got far, Remington pulled her back by the

waist.

He leaned over to grab a bottle of whiskey from the nightstand, flicked off the cap with his thumb, took a swig. and then leaned down to block Lizetta’s lips with his own.

The rich scent of alcohol and his breath overwhelmed her in an instant. Startled, Lizetta clenched her teeth, turning her head to dodge.

no, let go.”

the liquor, Remington gripped

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said I’m Mama Bird, so why the fuss?”

struggle, her pale complexion receding, her moist eyes

eyes darkened, and Lizetta quickly panted out

“I can’t drink.”

gaze narrowed sarcastically, “Oh, your intermittent alcohol allergy acting up

lips, “I’ve got a bit of a cold; took some antibiotics

almost tangible. Lizetta bit her tongue, managing not to shy away guiltily from his stare.

the phone rang

warm her up with the booze, not really digging into whether she had actually taken any antibiotics, so he put the bottle back and picked up the

Lizetta suddenly lifted her head from his chest.

on, answer it!”

urged; her own phone was busted and left at the police station’s

be about something important, possibly

as he said, “You want to talk to him

haste, didn’t catch it and reached for the phone he offered to

“Lucian, it’s me.”

finish, the phone was

and your body clock still off?

interrupt your rest, Remi?”

“Glad you know!”

to say to Litchi; can you pass her the

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chest, her damp hair sticking to his skin, tickling

“Cut the act; it won’t work! Do

waist, feeling his warmth seep into

heat,

chill. Lizetta snuggled closer into Remington’s embrace, clinging tighter. He looked down at her with those deep, inscrutable eyes

furnace, not losing any heat to Lizetta, but seeming to get even toastier.

back

try falling

explaining anything? As if! Remington gave her a nudge, and Lizetta looked up at him,

me of

to click in Remington, his eyes flickering, his voice

“Mama

then his lips pressed together in a sharp curve of restrained

Bird’s a person?*

Bird, what the heck, wasn’t that just a fancy way of calling someone a beast? He suspected she was implying he wasn’t human and

chuckled softly, her laugh tinged with a bitter sweetness.

like Remington was her Mama Bird, simply because he had scooped her up from the snowstorm when she was barely alive. Just like a chick imprinting on the first thing it saw, she had latched onto him, and he had taken on the role

it so naturally, as

unfair to him. Could it be that one. day, if she got over her chick complex, she’d

“Fine, I’ll scram.”

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