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35.

"I don't get it, man. Why did I have to come with you?" Scar asked as he stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut.

"Because I need you. Ciara is a fucking, unstable werewolf and a pain in the arse. I need your help to keep her down and keep myself sane. Or she just might drive me nuts." Ghost retorted as he locked the car with his key.

He slipped his hands into his pockets, taking coordinated steps on the path that led into the building. They got to the elevator and he pressed the button.

"I still don't get it." Scar shook his head, after a while of thinking. "What exactly will I be doing? I mean, if you're gonna be fucking her…" He paused, grinning sheepishly.

Ghost frowned at the smirk on his face. "What?"

"I think I finally do get it." Scar chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Get what?"

"You wanna do a threesome? Want me to join in your hot fuck session that might go down tonight?"

"Have you lost your goddamn mind?" Ghost seethed, clenching his fist.

"Dude, it was a joke.