I took the jacket off, changed my T-shirt for a dark gray tank top, slipped on the tangle of the back sheath, and put the jacket on again. Thugs are us. Great. Just add a super-tight ponytail and loads of mascara, and Iโd be ripe to play a supervillainโs evil mistress. Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.
Ilona AndrewsNo, youโre not going with him.โ I crossed my arms. โWho decided that?โ He put on his โIโm alpha and Iโm putting my foot downโ expression. โI decided.
Ilona AndrewsWhat is he doing here?" Curran growled. "He's Roland's Warlord. He's here for me." He was here for the woman who had broken his master's blade. "Tough luck. You're mine.
Ilona AndrewsHe isnโt so much flirting,โ Cerise murmured. โEither he doesnโt like me or he doesnโt know how.โ โOf course he likes you. Youโre lovely. He probably just doesnโt get it. Some men have to be hit over the head with it. Her aunt rolled her eyes. โI thought Iโd have to draw your uncle Jean a giant sign. That or kidnap him and have my evil way with him, until he got the message.
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