Bound by vengeance
Because apparently Aaron had been blessed by the gods with a demigod metabolism and could devour absurd amounts of fried chicken and fries without ever losing his cologne-commercial model looks.
“Look, Davina, I love you, but these fries are amazing. And honestly, Timmy has a point. You should rest a bit.”
I took a deep breath, counting to ten in my head so I wouldn’t throw something at him.
“So that’s it? I’m surrounded by traitors?” I crossed my arms, staring Timmy down, but he stayed stubborn as ever.
Timmy sighed, running a hand through his hair before cupping my face with a tenderness that disarmed me for just a second.
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