Chapter 23

~Elena~

(We don't do "come here." We don't fetch. We are not a chew toy with tits.)

But my legs?

Oh, those traitorous sticks of spaghetti dipped in regret?

They twitched.

Trembled.

Tried to move.

And I hated myself for it.

"Excuse me?" I snapped, tossing my head. "You don't get to ...

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