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Brad's face flushed bright red as he scrambled for an excuse. "This is the Royal Werewolf Academy! There are minors everywhere! I just don't want the kids getting dragged into adult drama!" Elise burst out laughing at how ridiculous he sounded. "Oh, Brad. Did you even hear the bullshit that just came out of your mouth? Camille only recorded you and Gillian making fools of yourselves. There isn't a single child's voice on that recording. Hiding behind children to save your own skin? That's beyond disgusting." This time, Brad was completely tongue-tied.

I know this one," Greg says confidently. "Go on then." "Sticky toffee pudding." I laugh, "Wrong." His eyebrows shoot up. "What?" "It used to be." "You've changed it?" I nod proudly. "New York cheesecake." "I've been betrayed." Sav laughs so hard she nearly knocks over her drink. Another card challenges Chase to compliment Sav using only movie titles. "You've Got Mail..." Sav giggles. "...Pretty Woman..." She laughs harder. "...and..." He looks completely blank. "The Fast and the Furious?"

She didn't want to think of anything else. Brad leaned back against the couch. "You must be the only person to go to a bar to have juice." Iris raised her eyebrows. "I'm boring, right?" Brad quipped, "Your entire person screams boring. Act young for once." Iris teased, "Are you saying I'm so old that I don't know how to have fun anymore?" Brad replied without missing a beat, "Isn't that the case?" Iris shot him a look. "Then so be it. I'm not falling for your tricks."

“Casper the Friendly Ghost is more of a bad-ass than you are! I see we wasted our time coming here tonight because you don’t have a goddamn thing to show us! Why don’t you push me, knock me down? I dare you. Come on, do it if you’ve got the balls! I bet you don’t.” Brad felt the laughter bubbling up again, but this time he wasn’t able to contain it. He put a hand over his mouth and tried to generate a faux coughing fit to mask his mirth. Bias took him by the arm and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s go get some water.” When the two were alone in the kitchen, Brad let his laughter out but tried to keep the volume low. “I’m sorry,” he said when the laughter tapered. “I tried to hold it in.”

I shouted, pointing to the Camri blocking me in. The group erupted in laughter. "Or what princess?" Another asked, it was too many of them to keep up. "Or…." The words died in my throat as Mr. Beard stepped closer to me, inhaling my hair, I balled my fists at my side. "You even smell rich," His hot breath touched my face, it reeked of smoke and something else that I couldn't pinpoint. "Where did you come from?" He lifted his hands, bringing it down to my face.

"Every Tuesday at 3pm, it will be three years as of January 24th. Brad nodded, at a loss for what to say. "We could watch some TV?" he said as the silence started to become uncomfortable for him. "If you want." "Basic cable is part of the rent," he explained as he turned to TV on. He began flipping channels, and stopped when he spotted John McClain on the screen getting into a limo and introducing himself to Argyle. "We could watch a Christmas movie," he said with a smile, trying to make a joke. "This is fine." It turned out to be a Die Hard Marathon, they watched Bruce Willis save Nakatomi tower, then Dulles Airport before Brad announced he was going to start working on dinner.

I said. "Yeah, yeah I know. We have things to get through first, then maybe when we come back I can look at some places. I know mom and dad want to travel when they finally retire." Brad replied. "That would be good for them. Are you ready to be the beta?" I asked. "More than ready, of course I'll have you to help if I ever need it." Brad replied, smiling at me. "Yeah you will. So tell me about these guys. Are they cute at least?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. "Oh my goddess shut up." Brad replied, throwing the pillow at me making me laugh. I knew how much he hated it when I asked that but his reaction was still hilarious. "Don't be mad at me! One of them smells good." I said laughing harde

he said, handing me a document in a voice as calm as if he were just talking about the weather. I flipped open the document and saw a photo on the first page. Fabio Lopez, who used to be spirited and arrogant, was now just skin and bones. He was covered in thick black soot and festering sores all over his body, kneeling on the ground as he licked the boot of a Soldato for a small piece of moldy bread. His eyes were dull and clouded, a far cry from his former self. Meanwhile, Reina was in a far worse state than him. The beautiful face that she'd always been proud of was now ulcerated from prolonged exposure to the toxic fumes. What used to be her best asset in seducing men was now a monstrous