“Sei un dolce piccolo idiota,” she purred and he shivered again as she petted his head then walked away with Cain toward the cabin and I smirked at her words. “What did she say?” Sin demanded of me, moving to pick up his newfound bird friend where it was perched on the rail at the edge of the boat. I shrugged, pretending I hadn’t understood Rosalie’s words. “She called me a big-cocked bandit, didn’t she?” he called, stroking the bird’s head as I walked away to join my girl in the cabin. “Didn’t she?” I said nothing,
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