Revenge of Flame Luna
“Darling, it’s not my fault your brain has the depth of a puddle.”
She scoffed. “I don’t need your comment, Miss ‘Rude’.”
“And I wasn’t even talking to you,” I said flatly. “I meant the drainage leak, not the leak between your legs.”
Silence. The room froze. Somewhere at the end of the table, a he-wolf snorted, then quickly looked down when I glared at him.
“Well, that was fun. Thanks for breakfast,” I said, standing up gracefully.
The blonde’s face turned red, and I walked away with my head held high. Sometimes, sarcasm really was the best spice of the morning.
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