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Going home
“If it isn’t Rylee Christianson,” JD said as Rylee walked with me to the bar. I felt her stiffen and my protective instincts kicked in. “f**k off, JD,” I said as I stood in between him and Rylee. “I see you still have the mark of a w***e on your neck,” Carson chimed in as he joined JD. My eyes flashed yellow and I had both of them pinned against the wall with a hand around their throats each. I squeezed as Baz roared in my head. The music had lowered and people were watching us. They tried to get out of my grip but I only squeezed harder. “Lucas, they’re not worth it,” Rylee said as she placed a hand on my shoulder. My eyes returned to their normal green and I let go of them as several other Sires stepped forward. I turned away from them and took Rylee’s hand, which she didn’t resi
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