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“Five devils are approaching. Five black hearts are wanting. It is five who cry a dark and lonely song, calling for their queen. Lion, shark, dragon, wolf and…shadow.”
“If anyone hurts my chicken, they’re fucking dead! Hear me? Fucking dead!”
Xander’s hearing is godly. One time, I’d broken a rib and not even known it. That night as we lay in our beds—him with his headphones in—he told me to stop breathing because he could hear the bones of my ribs scraping together. Then he dodged the lamp I flung at him.
Xander turns up with the bleach within minutes, wrinkling his snout—not at its smell, but at the fact he has to clean. Prissy dragon prince.
One pair is yellow with the face of a familiar character and I immediately pocket it because she’ll have no man’s face on her underwear, even if it’s a cartoon sea sponge. Fuck him.
My wolf keens again because if she gets her period, then she’ll need us and we can’t be here to rub her stomach. Fuck this shit.
Savage is frowning in disbelief. “Did she just regina-order me?” I snarl, “Yes, and your little bitch-ass complied.”
The man I am cannot see it because he will not allow himself more pain. But he did not fall in his final hour and neither will you. Command me. I am your general of war. Let me lead us into blood and fire and then we will make love on the ashes of our enemies.”
But my mates aren’t giving me gifts. They are returning gifts to their regina.
