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aldersprigIt wasn’t even a very long dream!
“Look.” Dylan shifted a little, trying to get comfortable with her shield wrapped around his throat. “You actually belong here, I mean, your family belongs here, your father is on the board. He is,” he added sideways to the tall one. “And your mother — I figured out who your mother is. You belong here.”
“Not what you were saying earlier,” she pointed out. She was not feeling charitable and they were not listening.
“All right, so — well.” The third person came up behind her. She was out of hands. Lina made a soft grumbling noise of warning, but she didn’t dare turn around.
“Okay, I think I convinced the guy that he tripped really badly trying to get up here. It’s just a pizza, you know, guys. It really wasn’t — Miss? I think Dylan’s lips are turning blue.”
“He has air.” She didn’t spare him a look yet. “They’re missing the point.”
Mirrored from Alder's Grove Fiction.
