Khloë ignored him. “As weapons go, a hellhound is mega cool, Dev. Any girl would happily have one.” “So, you’d be okay with someone chauffeuring you around?” Devon asked the incredibly independent female. Khloë snorted, her brows drawing together. “Hell n—yes, yes I would.” Devon shook her head. “God, you’re so full of shit.” Raini sat beside Devon. “What sounds better to you—dead and proud, or alive and chafing at the bit? Because I’d go for door number two, in your shoes.” Harper moved closer. “When I was bristling over Knox assigning me a bodyguard, you said it didn’t make me weak to have
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I love how these girls stick together and how they operate
