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KELLSEY
“Don’t say her name out loud,” Leroy growled. “Last thing we need is that icy hag up our ass.”
She ignored his comment about Hel, too hurt to respond to it. “We’ve known each other for ten years and you’ve never told me what your beast was. Two minutes with that slag and you tell her your life story.” Okay, so she was exaggerating, but it was either yelling at him or slapping him silly. She kept going back and forth between the two options.
She pulled her tee over her head and put her jeans on, but wasn’t finished yelling yet. “I’m done. After this mission, I never want to see you again.”
It was as if something broke inside him as he strode after her. His hands turned into razor-sharp claws and with one strike, he cut down a tree. “Dammit, Kellsey!”
“No, dammit, Leroy,” sh
