17/03/2026 08:54

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I think it's one of the reasons I didn't like him. What about Nathaniel? Richard looked past him to the tall, dark form of Nathaniel. I breathed in the heavy gold of the sun, like pale syrup on the leaves. It paced, paced, paced, and finally rushed the bars, slashing and clawing.

Only true friendship would have kept me there while she threw up everything she'd drunk that night. If she hadn't been Richard's new girlfriend, I would have asked. Sometimes is worse than not. Clay, the new blond werewolf, was at the door.