“We don’t have a reservation,” Lauren quipped, though only someone that knew her would pick up the additional trembling in her voice.
Tyler tasted blood in his mouth and his cheek stung like a son-of-a-bitch. The shock from his self-inflicted wound and Lauren’s voice had been enough to wrestle him away from entering that mind trap.
He considered spitting out the blood, but figured these three would get off on that, instead he closed his eyes and swallowed it. The sound echoed throughout the entryway, and for a moment thought he might puke it up, but pushed through. They aren’t going to turn me into the main course.
God, she’s awesome. He was floored that Lauren had been the first one to recover from their collective stupor and drop a witty one-liner.
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