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195 Grace: Buzzles 195 Grace: Buzzles Ron, watching me, returns to the reliable and steadfast kid he usually is. “We’re having sandwiches. It looks like Grace is leaving.” My heart jumps into my throat as he looms in front of me, one step below where I’m standing. Close enough I could reach out and brush my fingertips against his long, silky eyelashes, with the perfect amount of curl mine require tools to replicate. What a weird sentence. It feels awkward and convoluted even as it comes out. My terrible, plummeting mood rises immediately. Fighting the smile threatening to curve my lips, I step back inside and close the door, watching as more Blue Mountain shifters stare with smug, awful faces in our direction. I drag a hand through my hair. “Look, it’s… We’re pretending, okay? Caine and I are pretending we’re not together, and he’s pretending you’re his children, not mine.” Like zombie invasions, per my dreams. Ron nods, with a faint smile twitching at his lips. “It’s Grace.” 2 “I want pizza,” Jer counters. “What the heck was that?” Sara asks the moment the door clicks shut, her red wide. My throat tightens. “Thanks.” Did he notice how I felt? I nod. “I grew up here. They never really accepted me.” eyes “Because…” I don’t know, either. He went off–script for that one. “Because the people here don’t like humans very much. They especially don’t like me. But they’re afraid of Caine. If they think you’re his, they won’t mess with you.” “No, idiot.” Jer gives Sara a disgusted look. “She said we’re pretending to not be hers.” Sara snickers. “I think she thinks you’re the dad.” I stiffen. 09:35 195 Grace: Buzzles And Bun? Well, she’s Bun. A fly came in at some point, and now she’s trying to catch it. Without breaking…