The Pack's Emissary
“Was fucking impressive. If you’re not a telepath, then you’re really good at reading faces, as that was precisely what I was thinking of.”
“Go ahead,” Aislen was happy to shift the subject away from Leighton and the water. “How would you like to test me? One thousand, three hundred and eighty-two,” she looked at Allistaire. “Blue. Red, Turquoise. Abalone. Thirty-two, twenty-four, fifty-eight, your locker combination at your gym. Do you really want me to repeat your pin number for all to hear? No,” she looked over to where the sound technicians were. “I don’t do kids parties. And,” she rolled her eyes. “I don’t do that either.”
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