Princess meowed again, but this one had a distinctly pissed-off bent to it. I sent her a warning look. “Be nice.” She headbutted my chin in answer. “That’s better.” I scooped up some whipped cream with my finger and held it out to her. “Here you go.” “You spoil her,” Ender mumbled. “And you don’t?” I challenged. “You built her a pussy palace. And I caught you singing her a lullaby a couple of days ago.” Ender’s cheeks pinked. “She likes that song.” “Don’t say pussy,” Brix muttered. “It makes me hard, and I really want to enjoy this dessert.” Kingston choked on a bite of cake, and Locke leaned
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