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And I wasn’t sure why… probably because of that first dream when I’d gotten into a ton of trouble just for looking at some computers. But I needed her… I needed Forty to trust me. “Maybe. I have one vague memory of someone calling me Toby. That’s all I remember.” She tilted her head. “That’s cute. It’s short for Tobias, right?” I shrugged. “Maybe… but I have no idea. I don’t remember anyone ever calling me that.” She stood. “Hopefully you’ll remember soon. If we get the tablet, and you can’t remember how to access it, this whole thing could be for nothing.”

He wasn't weak anyways and I was getting bored. He knelt on the ground, hands chained, eyes drooping and pants soaked. He reeked of vomit and fluid. “What are you going to do to me now, you psycho?” Alicio asked weakly, already giving up on life. I would've given him that peaceful death he wanted so badly if my so-called men weren't spies for my father. “Now, I'll ask again, Alicio-” I said softly rubbing his sweat-soaked hair with my gloved hands.

Lauren had a quick impression of a huge TV screen connected to a variety of sleek black boxes and speakers by a rainbow spiderweb of cables. But what caught her eye and held it was a big man stretched over the back of a couch like a giant house cat. And “giant” was the word. Toby was a tall man, but she’d be willing to bet that Colin Taggart was taller by several inches and broader all the way

A murmur went through the crowd, the low hum of voices rising as they whispered to each other. "Yes, I have a mate.” My voice rang out clearly, yet it did little to quell the murmurs that only seem to be increasing. Their faces held a similar look of disbelief, their eyes bulging out so much that it bore resemblance to a moon orb, and I almost choked in laughter. “His name is Toby,” I continued, "and you will be seeing him more often as the time passes. He is the head warrior of his pack, and he will be a great asset to us. I enjoin us all to receive him warmly when he arrives.”

Toby's snout was a few inches ahead of me. I cackled when I felt Mitch pushing through. My human was an athlete too, while Toby's human was a delinquent in his high school days, smoking marijuana and fucking girls. My human trained his muscles hard and pushed them to the limits, but still, I pushed Mitch back. I didn't need his strength to beat Toby.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

I gave him a sweet, vacant smile in return. Lochlan ignored him and turned his attention to Toby. ‘Uncle Toby, you should have informed me you were bringing friends.’ He said it with a polite smile, but his eyes were frozen tundra. Toby, either too drunk or too arrogant to notice, waved a dismissive hand. ‘I would have, but I was afraid you wouldn’t come!’ He tilted his glass towards Cary. ‘Young Cary here has been worrying himself sick over this project. Look at him, he’s grown thin with the stress.’

"Yes. Was it because of what you would benefit from him, the fact that he's older or because he's good to you" "Nico..." "I just need to know the truth, Rita. I really did not come here to fight with you but I have been trying to make sense of a lot of things for sometime now and it's hard" "You really want an explanation?" "I want the truth" She sighed. "I agreed to date Toby because I was caught up in everything about him. He was handsome and confident and he spoiled me with gifts. He looked the type of dude straight out of a 90s millionaire movie"

"You like Sy Dage?" "Who doesn't? Yeah he's kind of sad-boy rock, but his lyrics are genius. Or at least really, really good." I sighed. The wine rose to my head, making my senses swim and pinch. Toby, so immune to magic, still wasn't immune to the intricate precision of a fae tongue: naming the secret things that mortals didn't know they needed words for. "You don't have a gig tomorrow," Toby continued stolidly. "And you should get familiar with his stage presence and whatever. If you're going to be playing with him in like forty-eight hours."

he said. “I noticed,” I replied. “He’s not boring,” he added. “That seems to matter a lot to you Toby,” I said. “It does,” he said with a toothy grin and I rested my hand lightly on his head, and for a moment and then Toby asked an absurd question. “Do you like uncle Malachi, momma?