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Chapter 59: Sarn
When Bastian came to the nightclub, he demanded I return to the dragon realm. I told him to go to hell. Not that I wanted him to join me because really I just wanted to be alone in hell and drink myself to death. Damn Bastian and damn this pint-sized female for not leaving me to my nightmare of constant self-loathing. "Are you done glaring at me or should I just sit here and give you a little more time?" Sierra asks, cutting off my pity party. I try again and add biting venom to my voice, "Why are you here?" She watches me with such intense appraisal I'm actually surprised when she answers. Her head c***s just a bit to the side, a spring of hair falls over her cheek, and again I see no features that resemble the bear clan females, though I sense her shifter blood. "I've decided to nurse
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