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“Yeah, but she has to go home with you two fucks,” I shot back. I knew enough to know that she’d be stuck on this topic for days and follow their furry asses around with all her additional questions.
“I’ll make sure she has your number,” Declan said. “That way she can text you every question she has.”
Fuck.
“Thank you, baby.” She beamed, and his cocky smile widened.
“I don’t know what the fuck a bridge troll is,” I continued.
“Was there a bridge?” What the fuck?
“No. There was an abandoned house in the middle of the woods.”
“So, not a bridge troll, got it,” she muttered. “Banshee?”
“Banshee…” I faltered, frowning. “I don’t… fuck.”
“Never fought a banshee?”
“I haven’t, so I don’t fucking know.”
“Ghosts?” she asked, just accepting it and moving on.
“Ghosts aren’t real,” I said.
“Unless you count the Guardian,” Nolan chimed in.
“Fucking pack myth,” I retorted.
“What’s the Guardian?” Raven looked between us. I rolled my eyes. This fucking story. Nolan loved the fucking story—loved thinking it was real—but there was no way it was.
“It’s this stupid story going back to our ancestors,” I told her. “Some shit about a special wolf created by the witch that created our wolves. The wolf is supposed to have some kind of magic or superpowers or some shit.”
“You suck at telling this story,” Nolan stated.
“It’s because it’s a sucky ass story.”
“But I want to hear the sucky story,” Raven cut in. “But I want to hear it from Nolan because you suck at storytelling, donut villain.”
The doorbell rang, which was odd, considering the heavy rain and the late hour. Mom didn’t live close to anyone for people to just drop by. I couldn’t fucking care less—at least not enough to do anything about it.
“I don’t suck at storytelling!” I exclaimed. “The story is bullshit.”
“That’s your opinion.”
“That’s—”
“Killian,” Mom interrupted our back and forth. I craned my neck to see over the arm of the couch. “The door is for you.”
“I don’t want to see anyone,” I told her. Anyone I was comfortable with was in the room.
“Killian,” she began again, and I sighed.
“I don’t want to—”
“Go to the damn door, Killian, or so help me, I’ll drag you myself!” she snapped. Fuck, I made Mom swear.
“Fine,” I grumbled. Groaning, I was a little too fucking dramatic as I dragged my ass off the couch. I did my best not to kick Declan and stole a handful of gummy bears as I went. “Who is it?”
