PopularNovelThe beautician chuckles, apparently enjoying my torture. “Just a few more strips, and you'll be smoother than a
baby’s bottom!”
“Fantastic,” | groan, bracing myself. “Because clearly, my life’s ambition was to achieve the sleek aerodynamics
of a hairless cat. Maybe we can schedule a tail wax next time?”
As another strip is ruthlessly removed, | think about the newfound breeziness I'll experience. Forget the wind in
my hair; now it’s all about the wind down there.
“Almost done, just a few more, and you'll be perfect,” she assures me, oblivious to the inner turmoil and the
plotting of revenge that’s brewing inside me.
Perfect? Ill be lucky if | leave here and am still able to sit down. Soren owesbig time. I'm talking about
lifetsupplies of chocolate, foot massages, and maybe a pet unicorn that poops delicious jello.
Rip, another piece ofgone! There's no way all ofsurvived this unscathed. | swear | can feel the breeze
doing a whistle-stop tour through my newly reconstructed vagina. | start to sit up, thinking she is done when she
turns back toand pushes my shoulder back down. | look at her
questionably.
“Now for the last part,” she says.
“Last part? | am pretty sure there are no parts left; you
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removed them!” | shriek, wondering how much more my punani can be stripped back; it's not an onion; last |
checked, | got no more layers left. She took it back straight to the damn
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“Of course, can’t have any stragglers for the wedding day,” the beautician cheerfully chimes in, slathering a new
batch of
wax on...
| freeze, my eyes widening in horror. “Stragglers? Wait, what part of town are we venturing to now?”
She givesa knowing wink. “Just a little tidy up around the back alley, dear. We aim for a clean escape!”
“A clean- what now?!” | blurt out, half-laughing, half- panicking. The concept of having my back alley waxed
hadn’t even crossed my mind. “I thought we were just doing the front porch, not landscaping the whole damn
property!”
She snickers, slathering the wax on while I internally groan, thinking of how | am going to kill Soren when | get
my hands on him.
Soren
Bree will be furious atfor going through her bags for that birth certificate, it was the only ID | found, she
must have her wallet on her. But the sooner she registers, the sooner | can get my brother off my back.
Falling into my desk chair, I click the link with a sense of annoyance, the digital chechoing in my office as the
screen flickers to life. Rhett’s face appears blurred at first,
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then sharpens into that all-too-familiar visage marred by a frown.
The room behind him is shadowed,
giving nothing away, just like the man
himself. He is nothing like Rischater,
and if tygrentdor Hirt would let
Alpta Jefferson destroy his pack. But
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“Rhett,” | greet, my voice even, giving no hint of the irritation simmering beneath the surface. “We need to
discuss your debt.”
He shifts uncomfortably, eyes darting off-screen for a moment before locking back onto mine. “King Soren, I'm
aware. It's just... there’ve been complications.”
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| watch Rhett swallow hard, the bob of his throat betraying his stress. He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous
gesture | remember from when we were both much younger and far less entangled in the messy politics of our
kind.
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