Quinn
I am feeling dizzier and dizzier by the second. Being this tied up doesn’t help the growing nausea and neither do Mark’s scowls, headed in my direction. I don’t think the guy likes me. At first I thought he was just on edge because he caught me stealing, but there is something else there. If he is who I think he is, that dude living in my head, it should take more than just a robbery gone wrong to get him off rails.
Next to him Grey looks confused as f*uck. Maybe because his d*ick got hard for me and he never expected it to happen because of someone like me. Maybe he’s really pissed off I busted his mystical lock which honestly wasn’t something as fancy as they think it is. Yeah, that’s why he’s blaming me of witchcraft. Satisfied with myself for finding some type of a logical answ
