The Pack's Hybrids
“Neither of you will be harmed or removed from the gym. We just need some blood. Make your donation, and we’ll leave you in peace.”
Jules’ fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles blanching, but Rhett did not think the Van Helsing, or anyone else was on the right eye-level to notice. “Do you swear that is all?” Jules said, his voice wary.
“Less than half a litre,” Sparrow replied. “The same as a normal blood donation.”
“Do we get a cookie?” Cameron stepped around his father, making light of the situation, trying to take the tension out of the conversation, knowing that the Van Helsings would take what they wanted, one way or another.
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