Nick, 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 Kyrianโs number on it. โIn case of loss, call my owner.โ (Nick)
Sherrilyn KenyonYou better, Artemis. Because if you donโt get him under control, the world is going to become the very thing that makes you wake up screaming at night. (Acheron)
Sherrilyn KenyonYou want me to do what? What part of stupid crawled up your sphincter and died?โ โ Caleb
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