Two of her mates were chest-to-chest while Luminari soldiers filed into the chamber. One mate was unconscious with a bite wound and a toxicology report that was going to start a war. And the fourth mate had just dismissed his men to get some rest and was already planning his next three moves to get his woman.
Little did he know, the dead Beta in the closet was just the appetizer for the shit about to go down in Greyhall Crossing.
The chain was moving fast and this next one was less a domino and more a ball-busting, bench-believing, bed-bouncing batshit bonfire.
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"Nobody touches her here. Make the portal," Tharos Stonehowl ordered.
Guinevere looked at the door so hard it screamed 'I'm going this way' in subtitles.
Tharos moved to block it.
She eyed the balcony, shifting her weight with the subtlety of a neon come-get-me sign.
He adjusted.
