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landed, not even botheri

vitation to haul me onto his sh

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apped his head away before I co

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read my m

tically hear the eye

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it takes a lot of work. Plus,” he said, the poster ch

now.” I replie

here. Him taking his shirt off. Me running my hands o

ing the lif

ropped me

” I yelled,

d smile, as the gravity of

f my head!

wing me over his shoulder aga

orsaken ropes sometime.” I said, murde

He ruffled my hair with his free hand. “Next

while teaching me how t

wrong wit

er. Bright sunlight fell on my face, and beyond the ta

d after us, ey

ove her in a suitc

respond, a curt

be arran

of a limo. He wasn’t your stereotypical old butler – he

ve looked

een eyeing me like I wa

can be arranged.” I told

cuit muttered. Maybe this mind reading thin

the car, Biscuit pu

on’t run, don’t plot and most importantly don’t

I can’t.” I snapped.

who’s expecting you to follow in his foot

ve fr

em know you

really that meaningless? “Well, I can’t s

uely grinning at my nickname for

ed, exa

’t it? Newsflash – I’m not going to be your obedient little human

I had no real intention in bringing you here or hold

t that be?” I

I could’ve handed you over to the Guardians. They could’ve k

get it, smartas

d, his voice low and dangerou

ent chilled me more than an

ut seeing as you’re all about that customer satisfaction, if you try t

ulp

ng me in the eye. “You could stay and make my lif

t. “Define ‘make

ing you to make me di

st how close

to be your wh

my jaw. A shiver ran down my spine. He smiled simply. “So for ten million

unch someone more t

us won’t be too hesitant about the suitcase this time.” Bis

eyed the bag, suspiciously. It squirmed. “T

t out l

ockroaches, scorpions. Yo

ard had

ls have teeth. They’re ju

returned, reading my mind

help it. I

e was a brilliant flash of golden

r, gently nipping at his ear. It had red

d. “How about this? If you stop annoying

me to grow

days. A mythical bird that can probably barbecue me for breakfa

your client is. He can’t really touch any of us inside Vetres

how far tha

ant a magical chicken to be my

bird’s head where he

crazy person.” I shook my head, sigh

row. “You’ll

ave my

d the limo’s door. The Phoenix rested on his

k you so long?” Daniel

Biscuit sa

rough the rolling countryside and arrived at an ancient

aid, as the limo stopped at the f

ir Biscuit.” I gav

” he said, as we g

ha

round my waist so we looked li

my bîtch the minute you s