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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Bastille fucking called it. He had said the very first day that he met Pincher that the guy was fucking shady as shit, and would stab them in the back one day. He was going to be saying a lot of I told you so’s later, but in the meantime he was getting caught up on what the fuck was going on. He leaves for one political meeting and comes back to this shit? Just his fucking luck, goddamnit. Bastille joined them quickly, ice blue gaze sliding over chaos as he took stock of the situation, the air around him starting to heat up with tense energy. His eyes narrowed once he spotted Pincher, and he was striking towards the bastard when Jacob made an appearance.

[b]”Damn, Jake, are you really marrying this bastard? You deserve so much better,” he drawled, though the words were edged with something sharp as he eyed Pinch. He liked Jacob a lot, thank you, and wasn’t pleased that his jackass of a fiancé was about to make them enemies. Asshole. Bast held back from going after Pinch though, intrigued to see what would happen.

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