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She looked like a little girl that’s torn between choosing a pet dog or a pet cat when it’s clear that she wanted both and this sight of her is something I want to keep in my memory forever. “I mean, I know what things here are used for but I don’t really know what to get since I’ve never gotten or owned things like this before.” She swallowed as she did everything but maintain eye contact. “And I was also trying to look for your size because that’s the only size that probably fit but they all look too small or too big and—” “Wait, you want my size?” I asked, still holding back my laughter. Maeve nodded, unable to verbally answer my question and that just showed me how absolutely precious sh

brushing his arm against mine. Maya woke up and decided that the "Puppy-King" needed to be her personal steed. I watched from the kitchen as Julian crawled around the concrete floor on all fours, with a squealing four-year-old on his back, while Malakai watched from the corner, looking like he was trying very hard not to find the whole thing endearing. "You know," Malakai said, stepping up to the counter next to me, "he’s going to have to go back eventually. The Board won't just let him vanish."

Elle said and Kyle came out of the kitchen and walked towards Elle. "What's the problem?" He asked "She has a nose bleed" Elle said "My Pet?" Kyle said as he turned to Eva and Elle nodded "I'm not your pet Kyle" Eva said and Kyle smiled "Okk..Since you are not my pet, stop your nose bleed yourself" He said about to walk back to the kitchen when Eva said "Fine, fine, fine. I'm your Pet" Kyle had a small smile on his face when he heard her and said "Not convincing enough". Eva sighed and said in a playful voice "I'm your Pet. Your one and only Pet". Kyle smirked and walked towards her and held her hand as he went to where he kept the first aid.

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”