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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…

to God cough up my lungs. “1-1.” I stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to

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says matter–of–factly and

shut. She really

is Domonic, she admits, “So is Hart. And so is little Ryder that you set on the yacht the other day.”

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

tonight,” I begin, my eyes still closed. Do

open my

it was them. They

the

ex–honger! Why would they…“I gasp, my hand going to the mark on my neck,

mate. His soulmate. It is why he marked

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

she places her coffee on the

awa

it when he did it,

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

mean well – he’s just upset that he didn’t ask permission first. He was afraid that you were going to leave him. Because of Angle and I

eyes filling with tears. Im not a homewrecker. At

There’s a lot to

1

to ask you is… how much do

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

is 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 fuck happened

done last night?” Quinn asks and I see for the first time that he too is covered 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 feel strange. Like… I dont know…

him for answers. Out of all of us, it is usually the Alpha that might have an idea of what we got into the

Domonic states with a shrug, as if that is all

I must have come across a trap last night or something. Because my wrist is caked with my own

says. “That’s what happened to me last time, remember

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