F.E.A.R.
“Chels, babe, we just fought an undead matriarch a month ago. Can we not just have pizza and sit in silence?”
Chelsea snapped her fingers. “Theme, Ben. You know I can’t function without a theme. I’m thinking ‘Future Alpha Cubs.’ Something neutral—no pink or blue BS. Maybe moons and stars! Or dragons and wolves!”
Ben looked around helplessly. “Gunner. Bro. Help me. Please.”
Gunner, who was lounging back in a patio chair with a cold drink, merely took a sip and gave Ben a lazy smirk. “Nope. I value my life, and I don’t step between a mated witch and her P*******t board.”
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