C.H.A.O.S.
“Hey, Sissy.”
“Hey, Bubba,” Ali replies, pulling back so they can face Ryder. So this guy must be Grimm, her older brother. They look a lot alike, minus the hair color.
“Is that our boys taking cover in the middle, Frosty?” He asks Uncle Ryder.
“Unfortunately, Reaper, yes, that’s our team. Sierra and Sidhe are picking off as many as they can. But, of course, Jaxson gave away his position. Collector,” Ryder addresses another honey-blonde man with his hair in a messy top not, clean-shaven face, and dancer’s body.
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