Hybrid
My long strands of hair hung over my eyes, I peeped through them up at Groban but the same brother that had looked at my palms yelled at me before kicking me hard against my ribs, forcing me to fall down again as I yelped.
“Keep your head down little feral bitch, you don’t get to look up at us!” He shouted, turning his attention toward Groban he scoffed, “Are you sure about this baby brother? They’re feral, like vermin,” Groban just smirked,
“Yet you have about six of your own Dax,” Laughing the brother shook his head,
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