45. Between the two men.
RAVEN. I plant myself between the two men, glaring up at the towering hulk of senseless testosterone and down at my best friend who seems just so riled up for no reason but then, can I blame him, the psychopath named Dante has a good knack for pissing off people so easily after all. I feel like a dwarf, my five' five frame sandwiches between two men- one well over six feet and solidly built and the other, even though short still gains a little over me. "Stop this right now! You two are acting like idiots for heaven's sakes." I hiss, teeth clenched in an effort to stop from screaming- or socking both men in the jaw- whatever is needed to stop this madness. Dante's look sends chills of cold fear running down my spine. "You should tell your 'boyfriend' to back off, princess." His mocking
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