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the gun, dragging syste

Just park in the ‘s How to the new one

last park in the bark at tamami

the grins, taking a seat next t

“The strip club?” I map,

ig for the first tinue what bar boges

“Yes,” she says with a roll of her ages.

“Out” I smile. “That’s cool” My ex

wadays menit, gang come the georgan and going up the act to fatter to

“The twebe?” I ask, nurious.

She only nods, her bright green ga shattering

“The only thing this place is missing is a fireplace, I comment

She smiles softly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Yeah I don’t the one in our bedroom upstairs and down here. He has done i I need a fireplace.”

“Right,” I agree, my eyes falling to her neck and to the mark th

“So…” she says with a raise of her eyebrows, “Your woodering

andy viable now in the dim lign. So…

my lungs. “1-1.” I stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to digest me and grant her my

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matter–of–factly and I

She really

she admits, “So is Hart. And so is little Ryder that you set

wolves in the parking lot and the way they dragged Antman away. Did they kill him? Well, of course they did, dub.

still closed. Do you think they

hand squeeze mine, so I open my eyes. “I’ve never actually seen them all together

but I’m more than certain it was them. They were protecting

the

nobody! I am a fanciful ex–honger! Why would they…“I gasp, my hand going to the

mark. “You are not nobody, You are Rainier’s mate. His

told you a–about me? About… biting

her coffee on the table and scoots closer to

awa

did it,

about it?” 1 ask, falling sad. “He regrets

“No! Not in the way you think. I mean well – he’s just upset that he didn’t ask permission first. He was afraid that you were going to leave him.

filling with tears. Im not a homewrecker. At least… I

head softly. “You’re not. There’s a lot to explain. So I guess, know about Shifters?”

1

the first thing I need to ask you

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

naked. I’m sore and there is blood on me. Mine and… someone else’s. What the fuck

in blood. His wrist is painted in his own and the rest of him in the same singer’s blood that I have on myself

of us, it is usually the Alpha that might have an

is all that matters. “And I don’t feel any pain, so they must be

of Blackjack,” Quinn gripes. “And I must have come across a trap last night

“That’s what happened to me last time,

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