coryaxley :
âSorry, is that supposed to hurt my feelings?â Corban scoffed. âIâm not miserable, Iâm perfectly happy, but donât pretend like you know me Travers.â He hissed, eyes narrowing. âGood. I donât want to be fucking fixed. So piss off.â
âWhy would it? Both of us know itâs the obvious fact.â Katrina rolled her eyes. âIâll pretend as much as I bloody want to, Yaxley. Especially when itâs so fucking obvious.â She didnât want to stay around him any longer, not when doing so was just raising her pressure. âGladly.â With that, she turned on her heal and walked away, slowly turning her walk into a jog.













