Chapter 62 We Will Feed You

• “He's my friend, okay? Why won't I be worried about him?” I placed my hands on my waist, and stared down at them, eagerly waiting for their questions which I know are still coming.
• “Friends don't hug each other, do they?” Fyre smirked. “Tell me, Palt. Do you love to be punished so much that you seek men out, to enrage us?” His eyes locked me in place, daring me to take a step back or deny his words.
• “We grew together.” I wasn't phased by the looked on his face because I'd gotten used to it. I know that my handsome kinds are all bark and no bites — well, to me. I don't know what they do to others.