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Kidnap the damned Golden Retriever.
Only, I was a Muggle, and life couldn’t get much more fucked-up than that.
“I can assure you, I do not like you. You remind me of a dog begging strangers to pet her, and as far as kinks go, bestiality isn’t mine.” Nash rested a hip against the door frame, staring me down without paying a lick of attention to Chantilly. “I was staring at Emery. You kept getting in the way.”

