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“Fuck you,” Angel growls playfully

“Hey, I’ it well Is it the new style in Colombia, to always look like you’re about to pass out? I irl as pretty as this?”

I smile politely at Cyrus’s charm, but the truth is, I’m exhausted, too It hardly matters that I slept on the plane, the past week ofunder the covers of a big bed in an even bigger castle sends a cozy shiver down my spine

“Just show us to our roo his buddy around the shoulder and pulling hiratitude

Angel’s never seemed more human It eases my worried ruff façade; there’sbusiness or a stone-cold killer He’s a man A fully formed, hunk of a man

My man

Cyrus leads us up a long, elegant stone fantail staircase and doide candle lit hallway

“Tih his exhaustion

“What do youhis pal a sly look

“The candles,” Angel smirks, his eyes half-closed “Can’t afford electricity? Or has that not reached Ireland yet?”

A rich, deep laugh echoes down the graceful castle hall “You bastard!” Cyrus chuckles “I guess you really are tired Your , half-closed door and shoves it all the way open “Good thing we’ve reached your new chambers”

I pe

ak past the burly o week at the sight of the huous lavish four poster bed The silk sheets and vast mattress look like heaven compared to the small airplane seat I was just crumpled up in

“It’s wonderful,” I whisper, more to myself than to anyone else

“I see youher expectations low,” Cyrus teases Angel “S you for love and not for el roll his eyes