Curse of the Wolves
Azrael pouted, “Wait, who’s your favorite now? It’s me, right?”
“That doesn’t matter.”
Draco cleared his throat, “I would like to know as well, tiny goddess.”
“Tiny goddess?!” Lina repeated, again.
Orion, who had been silent up until now, folded his arms over his broad chest and drawled, “Actually, she just said I’m her favorite.”
“How can you be her favorite? All you do is piss her off.” Azrael shot back.
I ran a hand down my face. “I didn’t say you were my favorite. I said if they killed my parents then you would be.”
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