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The hell? Kat is confused. What trap? She didn’t think much of all this but something feels off now. “How dare you go near Troy?” Moira snarls. “He’s mine! Don’t you know that he’s way out of your league?” Kat scoffs. “Honey, you have no idea who you’re messing with,” she warns. “I’ll give you three seconds to return my shirt otherwise you’ll be very sorry.” This only makes Moira cackle. “As if a poor lowlife like you can-”

As much as possible, I wanted him to feel free whenever he is with me so I am doing my best for him to know the bliss of being innocent, the happiness of a simple child. "Meow." Tori jumped out of my arm and ran ahead. We were on our way home and the part of town we were in was where most M-zeroes live. A person who does not possess a mystical ability is called an M-zero, and I am pretending to be one because of what I accidentally read the other day.

A moan escaped me involuntarily. Hearing my reaction, his lips curled into a smirk. Slowly, he massaged my breast, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. Simultaneously, his tongue explored my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I tried to push him away as I struggled for breath, but he persisted, his lips trailing from mine down to my neck.

It certainly wouldn't be enjoyable. As soon as Moldur entered Camp Odeist, Anna led him to the old geezer's office. In the entire camp, only the phone in the office could connect to the outside world. This was because there were a bunch of old geezers like Morello who were very fond of their lives. Even if they could easily obtain mech cores, they wouldn't merge with any mech. In their opinion, merging with a mech would definitely lead to something bad. To put it bluntly, these old geezers simply wouldn't take any risks with their lives.

Only then did Moe whisper, "His water gun is deadly. If any of us gets hit, it's over. So we do what he says first. After the job, when we bring the condoms back for the reward, we'll be close. Then we all rush him at once." Not for nothing was he called Moe the Fourth—his plan was solid. "But… do we really have to do men?" someone whispered, uneasy. Moe's voice turned vicious. "Close your eyes and get it over with. Man or woman—what's the difference!" The other five could only nod. Though doing four rounds in twenty-four hours would be rough. None of them were exactly young, virile studs anymore. Before long, they reached the door of Unit 302.

Almost as one, every eye turned to Moe. He had been standing slightly apart, his arms crossed, his gaze scanning the room as he always did, assessing threats, reading the room. He looked surprised for a moment, his eyebrows lifting. But then he gave a single, slow nod. It was a perfect choice. Moe was not a talker; he was a doer. He was pragmatic, fearless, and possessed of a deep, unshakeable loyalty to his own. He would not be swayed by rhetoric or emotion. He would assess, decide, and act. He was the antithesis of Eli’s deliberative style.

One of them noticed her at the door. "You're probably off bullying someone again," he teased, causing the others to laugh. "You wish!" Bisila shot back, strolling into the bar. "Hey, Donnie," she called out. "Speak of the devil. Bisila, why are you dressed like a male worker?" asked Donnie from behind the bar, raising an eyebrow. "It’s a long story," she replied, taking a seat. "We love stories!" one of the men chimed in. "Who’d you terrorize today?"

If I hadn’t jumped in the fight, maybe things would’ve ended differently for all of us, and maybe Lukas wouldn’t have had such a critical injury. I twisted my fingers together, then rubbed the skin on my arm where someone from the congregation had taken my blood for testing. When Moe noticed my nervousness, he bumped his shoulder against mine and smiled at me. “Don’t worry. Everything will be all right.” I had never seen Moe in a three-piece suit before. His salt and peppered hair had returned to its vampire-black colour and was slicked back in an elegant old fashion. Watching him walk without a limp or how he carried himself with the supernatural way most creatures did was strange. It was f

James interjected, “Hades' son.” “Please sweetie," he smiled cheekily as he rubbed his now free wrists and stood, “Call me Moe.” He placed his hand out towards me to help me up which I nonchalantly took. Within that second, he stapled me together with him and chuckled, “Naive pretty little shit. You should learn to be a little cautious of whom you trust.” “Trust me," I shrugged, "I'm facing the Consequences. “Let her be, Moe.”

Kat’s eyes trailed to the door again, but there was a newfound determination when she swept her gaze back to me. “Well, I think it’s bullocks! If you love Dom, tell him. Shouldn’t he have a say in all this, anyway? Why do you decide for him when you don’t even know if that’s what he wants? Maybe he wants to take that chance with you? Aren’t you the least bit curious about asking him?” I shook my head. I had forgotten how stubborn and hard-headed the Moores were. “I know falling in love is scary, Liv. But isn’t it scarier not to see it through and have regrets for the rest of your life? Isn’t that what you told me when you took me to the firing range a few months ago?”