Alex could be sensitive about things, "nostrils flaring, he sat up on his knees “Did you just call me… old? Me?” Alex really isn't one for sharing, “son of a b****!” I charged at him slamming his body against the nearest wall as cement crumbled to the floor. “You touched mine?” Alex sometimes does desperate things, when he's well desperate, “hotel.” My eyes greedily searched down the street. “See? Hotel Monaco, perfect. Sex, room service — no werewolves or demons ***k blocking me.” I loved this book, and I'm eagerly waiting for Mason's book.
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