Feral's P.O.V.
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"War, chill out man," Cutter said. "You're making me feel anxious. These two aren't freaking out."
"That's because I know Naddy wouldn't leave me," I said. "Again."
"And I find the chase thrilling," Trouble added, sounding giddy. "Just think of all the fun things we can do to them when we get our hands on them again."
"You're messed up," Cutter deadpanned, giving him a flat look.
"Only for Lux," he replied. "My se.xy little sugar plum. Mmmm!"
"Gross dude," Cutter groaned.
"What? Your girl don't taste good?" Trouble teased.
"Sorsha tastes..." Cutter started, trailing off when he realized Trouble was trying to trap him. Apparently he didn't care much though. "f***k, she tastes like that sugary coating on candied fruit," he said, his
