Frantically, I look down to see Lyle Pardalia in a navy three-piece suit standing like the archangel of death at the head of the tactical forces. There’s a long black machine on his shoulder that’s aimed right at me. His amber eyes flash in lethal calculation. Seriously? A bazooka…and a suit? What is wrong with this guy? His tanned jawline could cut skin open, I’m sure, with the signature long blonde hair that lions typically wear, tied off his face. I’m stunned by his figure, by the fact that he looks like he wants to kill little old me. The lion really doesn’t like me. I probably hurt his
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