Chapter 945 Blood Everywhere
- Skye
- “So are you guys mates again or what?” I ask over the rim of a bright, fruity cocktail that tastes like synthetic pineapple and something else I can’t place–but it’s awfully sour. My nose crinkles on impact.
- Abby rolls her neck and fixes me with a look I know all too well. “We’ve been mates. Pissing me off is just Toby’s kink.”