Gunnar
Ace pulled back the covers and whispered, "Get in."
"No!" I shook my head in defiance.
Ace growled, pulling me in front of him and gripping my shoulders tightly, "Don't make me mad, Quinn, because when I'm mad people tend to die and you're second on my list to kill," even in the dark I could make out his malevolent smirk, "but you're slowly inching your way up to first position so you better tread carefully."
"Then just kill me? What are you waiting for?" I never knew my voice could sound so small and insignificant — almost like me.
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