Even Wyatt’s smooth-talking ways weren’t so bad.
Melody sighed because she liked both of them. He winced, a look of genuine sadness crossing his gruff features. “Maybe.” Clay shrugged, seeming to consider it for a moment. “Do you really think they’re gonna die alone?” Melody asked when she was certain they were too far away to hear her through the door. She could hear Jules and Wyatt arguing down the hallway as they walked to their rooms, because both of them had voices that could wake the dead. Melody laughed, covering her mouth with her hand as she pressed her ear to the door.
“There was a wicked side of her that wanted to know what it was like to slam a door in people’s faces, with a clipped Time to fuck off.Ĭlay leaned a hand against the door of the suite, looking skyward.
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