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Christopher Toby was waiting for me when I reached the front door. He had already gathered our best warriors and trackers. I was glad to have him work rationally at the moment because my mind was a mess, and I don’t think I could do anything on my own at the moment. Trent was ready to go on a killing spree if we didn't find Miracle and it did nothing to ease my worry. “Alpha, we are waiting for your orders,” Toby said as he bowed his head respectfully.

How could she forget how he humiliated her and how he was very protective of Emily? On the other hand Toby knew exactly who he was, since he had grown up watching him and his uncle Ben hangs out together. He knew he was a no nonsense person who was capable of destroying a person in a blink of an eye. All he had to do is issue an order. That was how he was known by his enemy. Right now he didn’t wish to be his enemy.

“Sorry. No offense. You don’t look seventeen and eighteen is all I meant by that. Which is a good thing. You don’t have to suffer the cons of old age so soon. Me? I’m debating whether to ask Toby to convert me into a robot or not. Everyone thinks they would want immortality until they’re actually faced with the choice.” Did he just say…? This time, Beau did stop, his legs stilling just before the entrance. “Hold up. Toby? As in…” Garrett nodded enthusiastically, his spikes flopping a bit. “Tobias Irons. Yup! Biggest name around and my best friend. You could say I’m pretty famous myself.” The lycan never considered himself to be lucky, especially when he was younger, a time when he was desper

I started, reaching out for him. "I can shunt it!" Toby interrupted, his voice pitching into a frantic, desperate cadence. He began to pace, vibrating with raw panic. "I'm a moving circuit, Mom! I can run the charge out of your chest. I can pull the crystallization out of your myocardium and run it into the volcano! I just need to match your frequency" "Toby, stop!" I commanded, my voice snapping through his panic with the practiced, uncompromising authority of a trauma surgeon.

he gestured for her to step out. “Aislen!” Toby cried out in protest fighting free of the nurses and catching hold of the poles, shaking the door of his cage. “We should just get into the car and go. Aislen. Help me! Th… Thay… Thay… Aislen!” One of the nurses stabbed a needle into his exposed arse cheek, and his eyes fluttered as he sagged to the floor. “Aislen. Thay. Gul.” “F-king pain in the arse,” Sparrow looked down at him with a frown. “Toby’s father is an influential contributor to our mission. When he finds out that his son has been infected with whatever this f-king virus is, he’ll be crushed.”

"You told me the medical staff were vetted. You told me the children were invisible." ​"They are," Dante said, his voice flat. ​"Toby isn't a ghost, Dante. He’s a three-year-old boy who talks to anyone who gives him a sticker. And now the entire board knows our 'reconciliation' is a timeline written by a PR firm. They know he doesn't recognize your face."

"I've had myself a meal at the restaurant by the other end of the road." "Well then, nevermind Darling Marić." Marić threw her head up in the kitchen, in disgust. Her hands were firmly balanced on her waist. "Like I wouldn't have added sand into it," she told to none in particular, voicelessly. "Sonny," the man, later introduced as Toby, began speaking after settling down on a couch opposite to Einstein and Anderson. "I came 'cause I was seriously curious to know how well things have improved, of your mission here. Have you started any project yet?"

I grinned, walking out of my room with my phone pressed against my ear and my shoulder. "Tobi just created a OF account and his dear thirty viewers asked him to play with toys in his next video, so we come shopping for some. Hehehe." Grace giggling made me followed behind. Holding my stomach from laughing too hard, I said. "Why the fuck am I just hearing about this?" "Oh, sweetheart, our dear Tobi is super shy. You should see him right now, he's all shades of red." I heard Tobi mumbled something like he was going to kill Grace, in the background and that didn't help me stop laughing at all.

"Just being the common fuckboy, babe." "Good morning, students! Are we ready to read some papers?" There was a loud, collective sound of groans, making the teacher laugh. He chose two people to go first, giving everyone else hope that they wouldn't have to read today. As the one person started to read aloud the biography of their partner, Connor chose to continue his fuckboy act. He placed his hand on my thigh, which resulted in me pushing his arm away. Then he went on to scoot his chair closer to mine, and I figured if I did something about this, I'd get in trouble.

“I… It's not Ashton’s fault. I came he—” Riktor gestured for him to stop talking. “Not bad.” He uttered while observing the place. Then his sight landed on Toby, who looked like he had stopped breathing. “Tobias, you need to relax. You look like you're about to pass out. I'm not going to hurt you kid." He stated. Toby heaves a sigh of relief. "Or at least not yet," Riktor added. He saw Toby's face tensed. "I'm joking." He said, then laughed maniacally.