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" I still don't believe you, what exactly is it you want ? " I asked her. She stretched out moaning, she ran her fingers through the silk sheets, closing her eyes. She looked to be in some sort of sick fantasy or something in her head. I looked away, and clamped my teeth shut. I should not feel jealous. But her scent the day he came into the cell was now lingering throughout the room. Reminding me he has f*cked her. " Shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, very much your boy next door, except buff. I would definitely sleep with him, except he is a mutt and I have standards. Like I thought Xanda had " she opened her eyes up and gleamed at me. My mouth popped open, her description. It was him, it was Brendan. I had thought he was dead, but he wasn't. He is alive. Hope bloomed in my chest, a fir