Luna's Unwanted Mate
Maybe if I phrased my questions carefully, Viktor might slip up and reveal a clue.
Speaking of mysteries, I glanced at the TV only to recoil instantly. The men had chosen the movie, of course a full-blown horror flick with massacres, blood, guts, and a helpless heroine who spent most of her time screaming and wandering around in the storm. I shook my head. Seriously, who acts that clueless?
Another bloodcurdling scream pierced the speakers, and I could practically see the mutilated body parts on the screen without even looking.
This genre was torture. Why did every man I knew seem to love gore? Couldn't they appreciate a romantic comedy for once? A little meet-cute, some cute misunderstandin
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