Page 52 of Hybrid Hearts

“Uh, no,” I mutter, my cheeks flushing.

“That I can deal with,” Parker says, taking my hand.

I feel steadier now, for sure.

“Bring her back,” Dante complains, as we start walking.

“Later,” Parker tells him.

He leads me into his room, and I hear him lock the door behind us.

“Later?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe tomorrow,” he says with a smile. “We have a game to play.”

“Then let’s get started.”

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