“Rule number one: obey your sire. Your life is in his hands until you’re trained.” “Obey my what?” Gripping the edge of the mattress, she chose her words carefully. “Back up a minute, Christian Grey.
So, I need you to go to the bank for me and take out some cash. I’m going to talk to his friend Gaston and see about having his place fixed up. It’s the least I can do to show my appreciation.”
“Sure.” The Blood Bank wasn’t far, and he had a line of credit there. “I can get a pint or two.” “Great. However much you think she needs, put it in a Styrofoam cup with a lid and a straw.
Poor Sophie. She wants to bang a werewolf, not become one. Will her wish come true, or will sprouting fur and sniffing butts become part of her daily routine?
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