C’mon, Tally. Don’t you want your clothes, your keys? Oh wait, how about some dignity? (Kyrian)
Sherrilyn KenyonDazed, Nick nodded, then looked to Caleb. “I’m such an effing idiot.” “We knew that,” he said drily. “We definitely didn’t have to throw you into a coma for that little-known nugget.
Sherrilyn KenyonNick, space. Now. (Acheron) Go, Nick, fetch. Here, boy, here. You should let me borrow one of those leather collars you wear and give me a tag with Kyrian’s number on it. ‘In case of loss, call my owner.’ (Nick)
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