His Wolfsbane
Keeping a blank look on my face, I slipped into the bathtub.
"I-Im sorry," he muttered. "I shouldn't be affected. I know-"
"There's nothing to be sorry about, Mason," I sighed, the hot water stroked my muscles, easing them. "I am sorry that I asked this of you. I shouldn't tease you like that."
"Y-Yeah," he cleared his throat awkwardly before linking with my mind. "All we have is seven days, right?"
"Yes. Seven days to take down Hayden Storm,"
"He is the commander of death, Nova," Mason disputed. "How are we supposed to kill a legend like him?"
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