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the gun, dragging syste

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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…

– the hot coffee sputtering from my lips and shooting across the elegant codes table honest to God cough up my lungs. “1-1.” I stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to digest me and grant her my full attention. “Yes,” I

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is,” she says matter–of–factly and

hiss, clamping my eyes shut. She really hist shot.

And so is little Ryder that you set on the yacht the other

dragged Antman away. Did they kill him? Well, of course they

eyes still

and I feel her hand squeeze mine, so I open my eyes. “I’ve never

more than certain it was them. They were protecting

the

a fanciful ex–honger! Why would they…“I

You are Rainier’s mate. His soulmate. It is why he marked you and it is why he refuses

her. “H–he told you a–about me? About… biting

“He did,” she places her coffee on the table and scoots closer

awa

when he did

upset about it?” 1 ask, falling

he’s just upset that he didn’t ask permission first. He was afraid that you were going to

a nod, my eyes filling with tears.

smiles, shaking her head softly. “You’re not. There’s a lot to

1

guess, the first thing I need to ask you is… how much do

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

barely visible through the clouds when the twelve of us wake in the woods naked. I’m sore and there is blood on me. Mine and… someone else’s. What the

painted

start, looking toward him for answers. Out of all of us, it is usually the Alpha that might have an idea of what

our females, Domonic states with a shrug, as if that is

Quinn gripes. “And I must have come across a trap last night or something. Because my wrist is caked with my

happened to me last time,

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