Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection
A strange, unexpected warmth bloomed in my chest, cutting through the anxiety of the impending apocalypse.
I was a regressor who had spent five years starving, running, and fighting with that asshole of a boyfriend. But looking at these two dangerous, unpredictable men—men who were ready to spend millions, fortify a fortress, and tear through anyone who stood in our way—a small, defiant smirk broke across my face.
They were insufferable, shameless, and completely out of their minds.
But they were mine.
"Fine," I said, leaning back into Lucien’s side just a fraction. "Then let's go buy out the rest of the city."