“Did she know what she was doing?” I ask, spinning in a circle. Frustration pulses through my system, causing me to fidget. “No,” Arsyn admits. “Dread has implemented a new policy that all employees must understand how each species bonds.” “I'll bet he did,” I say, snorting a derisive laugh. “She's a mess, but quite alluring, despite that fact. Was she upset?” “She allowed me to walk her home and promptly locked me out,” he says, chuckling. “I've devoured souls for less.” I snort. I've also killed for lesser indiscretions. Yet, he looks strangely excited that Emerson had the audacity to lock
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