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Jax stared down at his forearm and quietly counted the fresh purple bite marks.
He was currently wearing about six or seven permanent wristwatches, courtesy of his very angry girlfriend. He had struggled for what felt like an eternity trying to convince the violent kitten to just take a simple walk with him.
Instead of a normal conversation, he received several deadly scratch attacks and a series of feral hisses.
Jax had barely managed to survive the harrowing ordeal, but he had successfully dragged Astrid all the way to the exact location he wanted for the night.
The absolute second he let go of her wrist, she immediately spun around and aggressively folded her arms. She refused to even look at him, pouting like a grumpy toddler before snapping at him.
