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“I know you well enough for sex. I don’t know you well enough to follow you into a basket-lowering well where you feed me lotion a few times a day,”
I glance at the mirror to see if I suddenly stopped looking like the brute I am. Nope. Still the motherfucking king of masculinity.
“Vance can’t talk right now. He’s in the middle of crashing a completely fried plane. This won’t happen on Air Arion when I’m your captain,” the psychotic vampire says with a careless tone.
Absolutely no way would January Violet Carmine leap from that mountain for any reason at all. “What…the—” “Ariiiiiooooon!” Violet screams, before her voice fades into a shriek, the sound falling with her rapid descent. “Uh-oh,” Arion deadpans before racing toward me, snapping out of his shock first.
“Definitely not Idun,” Arion groans. “Why the fucking hell did you mess with her head, you bloody prat. I could’ve had her if you didn’t do that. Now it’d get me in trouble while she’s not of sound mind. Right? It would get me in trouble?”
Oh, dear lord have mercy on my fractured mind. I forgot I lost my panties as well, thanks to…one of them…during that really heated moment.
