P.S. You're My Mate
Monica quipped, glaring at Gino and snickering when she caught sight of Cassidy's reddened cheeks, "This one is still mildly innocent. She needs to get use to my sense of humor."
"I know you for years, Mono, and even I'm not use to that shit," I snorted, "but seriously, how are you?"
Monica's face sobered, taking a seat at the edge of the couch. She let out a shaky breath, jade eyes becoming glassy. When she spoke, it sounded as if something clogged her throat. I felt her pain in my heart and felt the weight of her words on my shoulders, "I'm fine. I mean, I lost my beast because of the constant wolfsbane and silver but I'm still essentially me, right?"
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