Chapter 63. Miss Caztiel?

Chantel Raven

"I do not think so. The bastard, the useless animal, beast, monster. They would be glad to see you go.

“Fuck! What did I do to you?”

"That is a lot of hate for me. What does Damon think about that kind of talk?" Feeling a mix of fear and frustration, I tighten my grip on the seat, trying to figure out a plan.

"You should have thought about that before you shot my brother," he laughs again. “You were not even guilty of what you did!"

Okay, that makes sense.

"Holy crap! Another problem with a brother?" I whisper to myself.

"When did I do this?"

"You forgot already? You are such a shrewish little bastard," he throws up.

"I do not like your tone; it is rather aggressive, would you not say?" I whistle a funny tune.

"He was killed! In the house. Without even thinking about it. Just wait, I will show you how mean I am."

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