Tharos Stonehowl had the edge in every category.
Silver cuffs. Stab wound. Three against one.
This was supposed to be a slam dunk on an empty court. A blowout before tipoff. A first-round knockout. Instead it went into overtime, extra innings, and a penalty shootout.
The DELETE-TESTICLES button changed the game to two against one. Add Cassian's underwear in the mix and shit got interesting.
A mule-kick is what got her to the door. The door got her into the hallway. And the hallway got her to Nicholas.
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DOMINO 63: NOT JUST A KING. HER MATE.
Everything in her, wolf and woman, pointed at him and fired. She sprinted for Nicholas Shadowfell the way a compass needle finds north.
Her wrists were burning, her side was screaming, and none of it mattered because Nicholas Shadowfell was thirty feet away and closing the distance at Alpha speed.
Warmth flooded her chest at the halfway mark like she was coming home. Ten steps from reaching it, Tharos yanked her back into the cold.
