Savage
“Dante thinks Jace and Ryder are behind it,” Anabelle squealed as she dumped her empty cup into the sink. She spun around a wide grin on her face. “They’re busy arguing over it.”
I snorted a laugh, pausing with the broom where I was sweeping. “What? Really?”
“Yeah, you should see them, it's freaking precious,” she giggled. “I want to do the oil in the gym so bad, but with Dante still recovering I’m scared he’d end up killing himself with a slippery dumbell.”
I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it’s best if you put that one on hold. We don’t want to kill any of them.”
Just then, Dante walked into the kitchen with a scowl set tight on his face.
“Where’s your stick?” I gaped at him, incredulous. “You’re not fully recovered. What if you fall?”
He glowered in my direction. “I’m not a fragile baby that will crack in two if I trip and fall. I’ll be perfectly fine.” When he reached the fridge, he tugged it open and cursed. “Where the fuck is all the milk?”
Anabelle and I exchanged looks. I cleared m
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