The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late
He looked at me, his eyes regaining that earlier glint.
"That," he said, "was a complete waste of electricity. The animatronics were dated."
I laughed, a bright, genuine sound that drew a few looks from passing families. "Dated? August, you screamed. Not a masculine, get-back-demon roar, either. It was a save-me-from-the-closet yelp."
"I was startled by the structural instability of the wall," he countered, his jaw tightening as he began to walk, forcing me to hurry to keep up with him.
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