My blood stained the corner of his mouth and he glared at me in a clear warning to keep my mouth shut. “Erm, sir?” Hastings’ voice came from behind him and I offered him the dirtiest smile in my arsenal before dropping my gaze to the huge bulge in his pants. “If you try to run from an Officer again, you’ll get more than a bite for it, Twelve. Do you want to spend a week in the hole?” Cain snarled at me. “No, sir,” I said in my most innocent voice, biting my bottom lip.
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