“Hey,” I hissed. “Get inside peeping Tom.” He smirked, striding toward me and we quickly moved back into the conservatory before I locked the door and led him through to the living room. In the light, I realised he was wearing a bunch of gold medallions, chunky rings, two thick bracelets and a belt with a buckle that was a solid gold dragon. I started laughing. “What the fuck are you wearing?” “Ha. Ha,” he said dryly. “I’m tapped out. I’ve gotta fill up my reserves and I’m guessing I’m not going to be getting much sleep tonight now so I can’t just fill my bed with gold like usual.” “Right, but
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Omfg i cannot breathe
