“
I don’t give a shit who you think she can see. I am her best friend. Let me in there.” Drea’s protest carried down the hallway.
Cujo stood up, smoothing down the legs of his jeans. He took a deep breath, and creaked his neck from left to right. “I’ll go get the feisty one,” he said, flipping his head in the direction of Drea’s raised voice.
”
― The Strongest Steel
― The Strongest Steel
