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That Jerk
Helio’s POV “No. I’m afraid they weren’t successful, Drake,” I said flatly as the former Beta paled before my eyes. Drake bared his teeth and flipped over a table laden with food. A table with just one chair. Apparently, he was the only one allowed the largess. “What the f**k?!” he gasped. “How the-what… the-how are you here?!” “These poor bastards you lied to were no match for their new queen,” I explained. Drake glanced around, his eyes wide with panic. “I can explain.” “I’m sure you will. Back at the castle,” I replied flatly. “Guards, take him.” With a growl, Drake said, “You’re not taking me to the dungeon alive!” “We’ll see about that.” I motioned to the guards. The guards went at him, but Drake fought back. Shifting, Drake lunged at the nearest guard before the man even had
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