[ Verity and Prowl stew in that moment as if they both just heard the tell-tale 'click' of a landmine being detonated. Neither of them wanted to say anything as it risked revealing too much. Words hang in the air as they both drown them out with the last dredges of their glasses. ]
Right. [ Verity's words bounced back at her in a mini echo as she spoke over the rim of her now empty glass. ]
Father of the fucking year you are, must be proud.
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Right. [ Verity's words bounced back at her in a mini echo as she spoke over the rim of her now empty glass. ]
Father of the fucking year you are, must be proud.