“I will do whatever the Hel it takes to solve this case. Even if it means tying you to a fucking chair until you write those lists.”
She smirked. “Bondage. Nice.”
Hunt’s eyes darkened. “Do. Not. Fuck. With. Me.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re the Umbra Mortis.”
His teeth flashed. “I don’t care what you call me, Quinlan, so long as you do what you’re told.”
I love them already
— Sep 15, 2026 01:23PM
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