A soft moan escaped, earning a concerned look from Jack.
Eyes
wide and cheeks furiously red, Rhys covered his mouth and slithered
away quickly, locking himself away in Jack’s spare room. He shut the
windows in there, but he knew it was too late, the pollen had gotten to
him. He curled himself in the empty closet and piled his coils on top of
him, covering himself like a blanket. He’d forgotten to warn Jack and
now it was too late.
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