Choosing Fate
Fuck, I need to get her alone.
“Uh-ehm,” Archie clears his throat, snapping both of our wolves out of their trances. “Deal with your weird mate bond shit later, bro,” he reminds me. I move my hand away from Saph’s face and take her hand instead. I relish the feeling of her fingers interlacing with mine, keeping me centered.
“Talk,” I order Artemis, who’s still a trembling mess on the hospital bed.
“I escaped…” he begins.
“Yea, no fuckin’ shit, Houdini. How?” Archie barks.
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