ABRAHAM — The Lycan King
Isolde said, twisting a finger through her hair with a wicked grin, “I’m confused about one thing. If you really have silver hair, does that mean the hair around your pussy is silver too?”
Gasps exploded all around.
“What kind of question is that?” Fiora laughed, covering her mouth like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.
“I mean, aren’t we all curious?” He yelled, raising an eyebrow at me. “Because I sure am.”
He reached forward, tilting my chin up with one finger. I flinched away, refusing to meet his eyes.
My heart slammed in my chest. I had to run, carefully, so no one could grab me, but I needed to get out before they tried something worse.
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