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Lance barreled through Bruce’s bedroom door. His shirt torn in half down the center. He was breathing heavily and pacing. Bruce looked up from the book he was reading, eyeballing Lance waiting for him to explain his intrusion.
“That girl.” Lance said, rubbing his nose as he walked.
“Girl?” Bruce said, taking off his glasses and setting them on the side table next to his brown chair.
“Nora. Jace’s mate.” Lance grumbled, turning to walk across the room again.
“Ok…” Bruce sighed wishing Lance would get on with it.
“She ripped my shirt.” Lance stumbled out, grabbing the side of his rip shirt and flapping it at Bruce.
“Ok, really Lance, if you're mad about a woman ripping your clothes off then you have a different problem. Nora is beautiful, I wouldn't mind if she ripped my s
