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The water sloshes around my ankles when we finally make it to the beach. I scowl down when my feet hit the wet sand, one foot fully shoed the other in a black dress sock. I can’t believe I lost my bloody shoe! I just can’t catch a break with my bleedin’ Italian leathers!
Mate. My beast rumbles, dragging my attention to Elena who’s standing soaked in between me and Eric. My eyes quickly scan over her form and I release a sigh of relief when I notice no real damage to her beautiful flesh. The three of us had sustained minor superficial wounds from the bombs, something that we were able to heal before reaching land.
My mate groans, taking a moment to wring out the water in her long blonde hair. “I don’t like using the word hate often but I really hate that guy.”
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