Rejected Love
It scorched my throat and tasted awfully sweet.
When I looked up, Bryson and the girl were staring at me, wearing matching amused expressions.
“Easy there, tiger,” Bryson chuckled. “You don't want to grab a nasty habit of that. Stella here will rip off your arms and legs if you try to hunt. Believe me, she can too.” He winced, probably remembering the same.
Stella shook her head and turned to me, “What's your name?” her tone was so kind and gentle.
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