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Always nice to get the civilized kidnappers.
“Fuck, I think I love you.” I groaned, eyeing up the cheese-filled masterpiece. River made an odd noise, and I frowned at him. “I’m talking to the sandwich, you narcissist.”
She focused on me, glaring daggers. The intense rush of relief at seeing her usual fire almost made me stagger, and I leaned against the cell door to stay on my feet. Come on baby girl, time to kick some ass.
“Îmi cer scuze, frumoasă,” the intimidating man murmured from behind me, stepping in close and brushing his hand across the back of my neck as he unbuckled the collar for me.
Because she may be our Kit, but she was my Vixen. And no one fucks with what’s mine.
“What are you, fucking twelve? Who throws books?” he yelled, picking up the offending item and brushing it off. “Jesus woman, have a little respect for the written word!”
loud voices from outside the room interrupted us. “Shit,” Vali swore, hurrying back over past me and yanking the window shut again. “Just, whatever you do, don't be yourself.”
“Princess, hey!” I coaxed. “Come back to me, baby. You're supposed to be immortal, remember? Surely a pissy little human-made bullet can't take you down?” Fuck, I hope it can't.
This fucking girl. She had been nothing but goddamn trouble and heartache since the day she’d stepped into our lives, but fuck if I hadn't loved every second of it.
Even half-dead as she was, she managed to sound sarcastic. Such an admirable talent.
“Oh dear. Don’t tell me Dragă’s daddy is going to bitch slap the lot of you.”
“Kiss me,” he whispered. Believe me when I say I did not need to be told twice.
