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Chapter Twelve
XII –Bless Us, Sinners
WILLIAM VEIL:
The werewolf was gazing down at Winters with such obvious affection and longing – and despite his years of growing seeing other people look at his sister like that... quite frankly, this one was kind of making him sick–but judging from the dazed, glassy look Winters was wearing, William could tell that his sister's mind was mercifully too far away from here to process what the actual hell is going on right now.
Good. With how much shit his sister's dealing right now, she didn't deserve this kind of bull, William thought
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