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kane takes one look at the man who’s spoken and lets out a snort, glancing back at the phone in his hand. ❛ no, thanks, not interested. ❜
&& | Lysander lets out a scoff, shaking his head. “It’s cool, I get it, you’re a fucking scaredy cat and know you can’t beat me. That’s pathetic, running with your tail between your legs.”








