Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Here is a man who calls himself a prince when in reality he is neither of those things; rather, he’s a sniveling brat, a loathsome, spoiled child who caves at the first hint of danger.
“Please, please don’t kill me,” Damon mumbles through his snot and his tears as he shakily begins groping at books on the shelf. “P-Please—”
“Shut up!” I growl. “I won’t kill you, you miserable whelp. Just open the door before I change my mind.”
Damon lets loose a pathetic whimper, and finally, he pulls out a book on the shelf. A moment later, one of the shelves begins to move to the side.
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