Mason stared a moment longer before his face broke into a wide smile. βYou show up and immediately have a fucking guard dog. Not fair,β he said, but sat back, still smiling.
βA guard dog?β I asked, looking over my shoulder at Rook.
βWoof,β he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
WHAT ππ
— Feb 18, 2026 02:00PM
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