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... ck of sleep. Yesterday he’d slapped Hunter’s hand and stormed off, annoyed. He should’ve kicked his balls while he was at it.
How dare Hunter say he "smelled like pheromones" when he couldn’t emit any?
He was probably just trying to get a reaction well, mission accomplished.
Lucian shook his head, trying to push the thought away. The Regeants were less than a month away, and he still didn’t have a rider. His whole future felt like it was slipping through his fingers, and ...
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