-:I:-

A wave of heads did turn, or so I've been told
My heart broke when I saw you kept your gaze controlled
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you

Adventure Club Remix : Crave You

Renegades

Jelly Fish In the Sky

We Are Wolves

Blue eyes scanned the school yard with a discreet determination. Soraya Harman was on the prowl.

Girls and Boys beware.

Her bronze colored hair was held up in a high ponytail falling pin straight between her shoulder blades, leaving her long neck and shoulders open to the stare of one Roman Godfrey. "Hunting for fresh meat?" He mumbled behind two cigarettes. Once lit, he flicked his lighter close and habitually handed one to her.

"I love the start of school." She took a long drag off the cigarette. Her smirk twisted into a full grin as she witness a crowd of Freshmen huddle together like lost sheep. "Look at them. All wide eyed and nervous shuffles..." Her laugh made Roman smile. He joined her, leaning against the brick dividing wall she currently was perched on. One foot was crossed under her, the other left to sway gently in the breeze, her black platform pump dangling carelessly from her toes.

"Setting your sights a little low this year..."

"Oh please, freshmen can't fuck themselves without a self help guide and a YouTube tutorial. No. I'm looking for transfers." Her multicolored eyes scanned the front school yard.

"Is the Hemlock High menu not to your liking?"

"You know how bored I get..." Soraya stopped her hunt to spare him a glance. "Your not available to tend to my entertainment nearly as much as you should be." Her hand skimmed up his thigh, bring a light smile to both their faces. "I want someone new." She slapped it, turning back to her hunt. "Someone interesting. Someone..." Blue eyes caught onto one figure in the sporadically passing crowd. "Someone like him." Roman followed her sharp gaze to her new target.

Near shoulder length, wavy, dark brown hair. Soft features. Good jaw, under even better scruff. Possibly only a few inches taller then herself. And a body hidden under layers of clothing that was either slightly muscular or soft an lean (either worked for her).

Yes, new boy would have been the prime candidate in her search for entertainment had it not been for his eyes.

Feeling their focused stairs, he turned and stare backed, noticing how their eyes followed him as he passed. The male's held vague interest in a stoic face while the female's could best be described as electrifying. There a was a sense of lust in her gaze and mischief in her smirk. Peter quickly turned away.

Sadly not soon enough. New boy might have had a chance if he hadn't flashed his baby blues her way. While mischief drew her into Roman's green orbs, a cautious sweetness would draw her into Peter's.

The large blue pools were so light they were like ice.

And now she wanted to see him melt...

"Him. I want him." Soraya put out her cigarette and flicked it into the grass, eyes still following the boy in question. From beside her, Roman smirked, letting his shoulder be used to steady herself back on the ground.

"And what you want, you always get." His eyes scanned up her body, from her heeled feet, over her jean ridden legs to the low cut tank top she wore.

"I learn from the best." Her hands ran over the long expanse of his chest, teeth nipping at his lips for a kiss. "Make good choices, babe. I'm off to hunt."

Lean, definitely lean. Soraya happily confirmed as Peter removed his jacket. Her heels gently clicked against the tiled floor as she walked towards his locker, but before she could get a closer look a situation unfolding ahead of them made her stop.

Alexa and Alyssa Sworn, the Sheriff's twin daughters. After a particularly mind numbing orgasm from Roman in the nearby supply closet, Soraya had a moment stumbled upon the two Freshmen crying in the girls bathroom. A hazy moment of compassion took over, and the new Junior told them they looked hot as hell and to ignore the prissy shits calling them sluts.

Dear god how she wished she hadn't….

For months afterwards the little Freshmen had followed the Junior around, desperately trying to befriend (and become) her. Like some weird imprinted duckling shit, they seemed to idolize the older, brasher, and more developed girl. The fact she had the Roman Godfrey under her thumb only further drove them to find out what it was that made Soraya Harman so irresistible.

It took a few months but they finally got the hint she was in no way, shape, or form, looking for apprentices nor lackeys nor a posse.

Still didn't stop the girls from wanting to become the next Soraya Harman.

If only they were aware of how much she loathed them...

Blonde, petite, and pretty, they seemed to be well aware they were attractive beyond their years. They were cocky, confident, and ruthless when going after something they wanted. Soraya could respect that. What she couldn't respect was the fact they were fucking bullies, they're favorite target being none other then her Shelly.

And that just wouldn't stand.

Having pushed their hair over their faces in an effort to imitate the youngest Godfrey, they were in for a surprise when they they flipped it back.

"Hahaa-eh!" Their laughter was cut short by a squeak. Soraya's cold eyes made the girls still in front of her. Standing nearly a foot taller than them in her heels, the all black dressed beauty stood unmoving in the center of the hallway. An imposing stature that, paired with her icy gaze, made the girls' breath catch. Suddenly faced with an unwavering stare that held such disgust, the girls seemed to shrink under her gaze.

That was the difference between them. Soraya was a bitch, but an equal opportunist bitch. The twins were just bullies, preying on the weak and odd ones out. When faced with someone who was neither, they shrunk back to the timid girls they were.

Tucking her hair back nervously, Alexa, the meeker of the two, cast her eyes to the floor and mumbled out a 'Sorry.'

"What did you do to me?" Soraya's face fell into sympathetic confusion before suddenly turning hard. "It's her you should be apologizing to. And you will. Today. Before I have to look at you again." The twins exchanged a glance, obviously in a silent fight about who was to blame for this, but Soraya didn't care. They had targeted Shelly and distracted her from her target. Neither was a very smart choice. Her smile may have been friendly but her eyes held murder. "Scurry", she whispered. And the girls did just that.

Now back to her mission...

"You're new, aren't you?" The new boy seemed to jump out of his skin, turning quickly to the source of the question. It was her, the girl from the front of the school. He gave her the same once over she had him. Long, straight, bronze colored haired somewhere between golden blonde and red. Heart shaped face that didn't have a single imperfection other than the beauty mark above the corner of her lips. However, it was her eyes that stood out most. They were weird. Beautiful, but weird. A dark circle of blue surrounded an inner mixture of yellow and green with flecks of brown. Her eyes seemed almost predatory as she looked into his own before letting them slowly trail downwards.

"Yeah." He scratched his jaw nervously. Was she Upir like her friend? She didn't feel like it. Then again she didn't exactly feel normal either.

Suddenly her hand was at his neck, warm soft fingertips barley brushing against his throat before they moved down and gripped the cord of his necklace. Peter's breath caught, his chest stilling as she leaned in to examine the talisman. Thumb stroking over the interesting design, she finally noticed that he was holding his breath. Soraya hummed interest as she lifted her head, lips not to far away from his. "Soraya." She informed him quietly, sultry eyes flipping to innocent interest as she smiled. "Yours?"

He finally breathed, her fragrant skin making his tongue twist before he collected himself. "Peter." His eyes glanced around the emptying hallway, trying to regain some thought.

"Peter..." She said it slowly, testing it as if she'd never said the name before. "Simple. I like simple." Her gaze once more turned predatory, her hand grazing his chest as it fell to her side. Her red painted lips turned up in a friendly smiled as the warning bell rang. "Don't be a stranger, Peter."

Dazed and entranced, he watched as Soraya strutted away. His attention shifting lower to watch her hips sway back and forth before suddenly stopping.

He glanced up to see she had stopped in front of a classroom. More accurately, in front of the Upir kid holding the door open for her. Shit.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder, smirking mischievously before entering the class. That didn't make Peter feel any better. The Upir kid's eyes were trained on him a few seconds longer before Soraya's already recognizable hand shot back out to grab him by the lapels of his jacket, pulling him into class.

It was right then that Peter Rumancek knew this girl was trouble.

And anyone who knew of the Rumanceks, knew trouble had a taste for them...

He had over half his classes with Soraya and her Upir friend, but after her blunt introduction, neither had so much as spared a glance his way. But just because Peter didn't speak to them didn't mean he didn't find out about them. One of the more fearless students called him out for staring at Soraya, quickly informing him that she was not one to chase after because the boy sitting next to her was none other than Roman Godfrey, billionaire heir to Godfrey industries. Even he told Peter that his time was better spent staying away from them.

That night, Peter returned to the trailer he shared with his mother. Though small in size, their new home was filled with comfort and warmth, something Peter had severely missed after his day. Sitting around their small kitchen table, the air of them room was relaxed and happy. It just made it that much more difficult for Peter to break. After recanting the easier parts of his day, Peter took the opportunity to use the lull in the conversation to confess the most interesting (and unsettling) thing he had learned today. "So there's this kid at my school..." He began uneasily. "...He's an Upir."

His mother Lynda froze, brown eyes narrowing in concern as she leaned back in her seat. "An Upir?" Her voice had immediately took on a tone of worry.

Peter was quick to try and reassure her. "Yeah, but I don't think he knows it himself." When her brown eyes remain fixed on him, he tried to change the topic. "He has a sister, she isn't upir. I don't know what she is." He chuckled. "But she is so big, she fills up a doorway!" Her kindhearted boy's eyes lite up, excitement overtaking his tone. "And then there's this other girl, I think a cousin or something. She's... different too. Not Upir but..." He shook his head, excitement wavering to sympathy as he thought about how she had stood up for the giant of a girl. Obviously it happened often. "They're the Godfreys." He frowned in sympathy. He knew Christina was running around spreading the rumor of his lycanthropy (among other little stories that were completely false), but the stories he heard of the Godfreys were worse. Not so much in their content but in the fact there wasn't a class or period that went by where someone wasn't looking at, pointing at, or talking about the Godfreys' youth. Roman was secretly a freak, Shelly was a monster from Godfrey's secret lab, Soraya was a leader of a polygamist cult, their cousin was actually an undercover agent, on and on the stories went. And yet, the students still smiled flirtatiously and eagerly volunteered to be partners with them. "That family seems fucked up."

"The Godfreys are my business. Stay away from them." Lynda warned. Her sweet little honey bun had a heart of gold, and she had a feeling it would win out against his better judgment. Friend or foe, the Godfreys weren't safe for him.

Peter paused only a moment before nodding. The strict tone in his usually soft spoken mother made him gulp. She was serious. "I am." He bobbed his head.

Again, looking for it or not, trouble had a way of finding a Rumancek. And a few miles away, it was gathered around a table of it's own discussing him...

Having gone over the usual spew of who had which classes and the gossiping of teachers old and new, a silence fell over the Godfrey dinner table.

Unlike the Rumancek household, the Godfrey's dining room table was long and large, separating the four occupants with feet between them. Each evening meal was a formal affair, and god help them if one of the children used the wrong fork, knife, or spoon in their three course meal. For Roman it came easy, nimble hands picking up salad forks and changing to dinner forks then desert forks without even glancing at the options. One advantage to his life time of fine grooming, Soraya guessed.

For the others, like herself and Shelly, it was a source of exasperation. Shelly had never really picked up on the art and every time a new meal was served she either spared a glance to what Roman would pick up or she risked the taut-taut-taunting of her mother and Olivia's snide looks until finally she picked the right utensil.

Thank god Soraya was there to distract their mother as Roman smoothly showed her which fork to grab.

Stabbing at her steak with the fish fork, Soraya could have sworn she saw Olivia's eye twitch even from across the table. Good, she smirked. The settled silence was broken by the matriarch first. "Have we got anything more enlightening to report from our first day at school?"

Roman spared a glance at at Soraya before tuning his attention to his mother. There was a hesitance in his tone."There's this new kid. He's a gypsy. This girl's been spreading all these crazy rumors about him. I think he's related to that guy, Vince. The one who lived in the trailer by the river."

"Actually I think they're the ones that moved into it." Soraya's window had overlook the woods in which the mobile home was placed. The light of it stood out like a little dot in the otherwise dark wooded area. For weeks after the former resident's death, the area stayed dark. And then in the middle of summer it stopped. "Powder blue trailers are so the rage for a gypsy werewolf on the go." Soraya smiled into her glass of wine. Shelly gave a smile in return, equally finding the rumors of the gypsy boy's supposed lycanthropy a ridiculous joke.

Sadly, not everyone at the table found it funny. For some reason the nonchalant guess caused Olivia to lash out. Throwing her fork onto her plate, her face twisted in disgust. "Filth." She whispered into the stunned silent room. Hands threading together, she stared intently at a spot on the table.

This time it was Soraya who broke the silence. "He's very handsome for filth."

If there was ever a time Roman feared his mother would actually kill Soraya, it was the moment her black eyes snapped up to her. Shee-it...

Olivia's bad mood seemed to be spreading through the Godfrey children the next morning. Lying his his bathtub, not even Soraya's appearance seemed to snap Roman out his permanent frown.

"Weed and coke before breakfast? Someone's in a mood." Soraya licked her fingers and swiped it across the finely cut powder as Roman leaned back in his bath and blew smoke rings. Shedding her robe, she stepped into the warm bathwater across from him, her petite foot sliding up his long legs till it reached his lap. A mood indeed, Soraya thought frowning when his eyes remained on the ceiling on the only response to her administrations was a semi-hard cock. "Your mother threw a fork at my head last night and I'm the one being punished?" Her eyes widened in comical shock. Roman's eyes closed with a frown, actively ignoring her. He would be dealing with his mothers bitching for weeks after their spat last night. Her plucked brow furrowed in aggravation as he perked up at the sound of a car rolling in on the back gravel. Without a glance spared towards her, the boy stood and walked to the window. A insincere huff left her lips. "Shit. So it's finally happened. I've become so beautiful I've become invisible to the human eye."

Nothing.

At this point Soraya was beginning to loose her calm facade. Standing up, she swiftly joined him at the window, standing on her tiptoes to peak over his broad shoulder at whatever it was that had captivated his interest.

It was no one of great importance, just his uncle Norman. And the only time Norman came up here was to scold someone. "Ooh, somebody's in trouble." She sang. With a roll of her eyes she plucked the blunt from his hand and walked back to her robe.

Noticing her quick departure, Roman finally turned his attention to her. "Where are you going?"

"So it can see me!" Soroya pulled on the thin silk garment. "To get dressed. If you won't adore me, I'll find a crowd who will." She flicked the finished joint into his bathwater.

"Don't be so fucking sensitive." Roman caught her arm, swinging her back into his wet chest. His lips moved over her neck, hand gripping her throat with light pressure as he told her to stop fucking pouting. A few moments later she found herself lifted onto the bathroom counter, back against the cold mirror and legs thrown over Roman's hips while he gave her his full attention.

Radio turned up, traffic clear, and a wonderful ache still between her legs, Soraya pulled into the Hemlock High Student parking lot earlier then she was used to. Preoccupied by odd sight of couples and groups seemingly in tears, she didn't notice her music had stopped for a breaking news update until a familiar names came through the speakers.

"-Brooke Bluebell, 17, a student attending Penrose High School. Bluebell was last seen leaving school yesterday afternoon, and her car was reportedly discovered near the crime scene. Officials are refusing to speculate on the cause of death, but eyewitnesses suggest the ferocity of the attack suggests an animal may have been responsible. Officials are asking for anyone who may have seen any suspicious behavior in the park area to contact the sher-" Soraya's hand slammed against the radio, turning of the newscasters voice. A cold sense of shock filled her veins as a she remembered the last time she had seen Brooke Bluebell...

It had been just another summer party. Same music, same people, same boredom consuming her. Harold, their usual drug supplier had saved the night for them.

After that, most of the night had been a cocaine fueled blur. She and Roman had been content in their little dark corner, playing a game of fuck, suck, or kill when they had noticed a Penrose football player pushing up on a girl a little to forceful for their liking.

Roman had acted as the knight in shining armor while Soraya played the dark temptress. Brooke, like so many others, fell under their combined spell. A few hits of coke, a couple of kisses, and a bit of dirty dancing later and the three found themselves in the upstairs master suite having a part of their own.

It was a hazy memory after that but one thing she did remember was how Brooke had snuck into the bathroom while Roman was out on the balcony smoking. As Soraya stepped out of the shower, Brooke turned to her with the biggest grin and confessed their night had given her the courage to ask her summer school teacher out. There was this sense of giddiness on Brook's face as she said it. This look people get only once int heir life: the moment they realize other peoples opinions don't mean shit. Soraya had been there for that moment of pure freedom from persecution.

Yet just three weeks later Brooke was dead. If that wasn't a buzz kill, she didn't know what was.

While it was ahead of her usual seduction schedule, Soraya was in need for a distraction from the blubbering masses. With Roman having not yet arrived and her normal hand around as weepy as the rest of them, the bronze haired beauty sought out her new toy to play with. If she was paying better attention to the whispers she wouldn't have been as nearly surprised stumbling across Peter's situation. Christina Wendall and the Sworn twins weren't even whispering as they openly accused Peter of murdering Brooke Bluebell.

"Bet he knows something about it."

"Gypsy creep!"

Whatever she was expecting to come from the younger girls' mouths that was not it. Seeing Peter trying to shrink himself into a corner reminded her of Shelly and the habit to defend overtook her. Standing between the crowd of accusing Sophomore girls and the accused Senior, Soraya spread her arms wide and motioned for them to fuck off. "Scurry bitches, scurry!" She waved the pesks away for the second day in a row. The Sworn girls had grown from a small nuisance to a persisting problem over the course of a summer.

Once they had retreated to gossiping out of sight, Soraya turned her attention back to Peter. In seeking him to save her she somehow managed to save him. "Well, aren't you making all sorts of friends." She joined him in his little corner by the lockers. Peters mood didn't seem to improve by her presence. Huh, it seemed she was losing her touch. Recalculating her approach she went with a gentler touch. "Did you know that Pennsylvania has more hate groups per capita out of any state in the country?" Peter's large brows furrowed as he look at her with a sense of confusion. "So don't think you're special just because your the target of the week." She smiled warmly, her predatory eyes genuinely soft as the glanced over his troubled face. The little bit of care she showed made them seem a darker blue. He thought she was prettier when they were that dark blue...

Scratching the underside of his jaw, he remembered what he had promised his mother. Stay away from the Godfreys. But walking away now after she had helped him just seemed fucking rude. So instead he tried to turn the tables. "I can't imagine you talking to me is going to help your reputation."He attempted to give her a way out.

Soraya only laughed, scrunching her face and nose as she to suppress the full-belly laughter threatening to escape. It came out as an unattractive chortle and snort, Soraya covering her mouth and letting her hair cover her face as she attempted to control her fit of laughter. Whatever help she had given him had gone to shit now as nearby mourners stared at them in shock. He readjusted the bag over his shoulder wishing she had walked away when he gave her the chance. Oh this was helpful, he bitterly thought.

"You think I give a fuck about them?" Her head reared back to show the laugh still stretching her lips. "Jesus, look at them." She spun to motion to the vast sea of crying and somber students. "Crying and blubbering like they're grandma got run over holding a box of puppies. Most these fuckers are the same ones that either spread rumors about her. Even more of them didn't even know her at all!" She slammed her back against the wall beside him, body still trembling from a fit of giggles.

What the fuck was wrong with this girl? The question was on the tip of his tongue, but as usual his stupid manners won out. Instead he asked, "What was she like?"

Leaning closer to him she smirked. "She was fucking her summer school physics teacher.", came in a hushed whisper.

"Wha-what does that have to with anything?" His brow furrowed.

Shrugging she raised her voice to it's normal octave. "It doesn't." Her pale eyes glanced around the mourners before snapping back. "Other than that, she was decent. Liked kids. Volunteered with them. Smart." Her hands pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, sharp stiletto nails tapping against the pack. "No great lose to humanity as a whole but decent enough to be missed." Soraya's blue eyes scanned the crowd, the smile completely gone from her face. "But if the rest of the school knew that we both know those tears and forced whimpers would turn to petty laughs and hushed whispers faster than you could say slut." Peter didn't have to ask if she knew the victim. The bitterness in her gaze and sharp honesty in her tone telling him all he needed to know.

Just as he was about to offer his condolences her head snapped back in his direction. Intrigue was sparked in her eyes. "Speaking of rumors…"

Peters eyes rolled without his consent, "Is is true?", he finishes for her.

But Soraya paused, breathing in before letting out a quick and blunt "No.", surprising him. He looked at her with equal curiosity.

"I wanna know why she thinks that." Her sharp nails tore open the seal of the package, the need for a smoke making her fingers twitch. All these fucking criers were making her skin itch...

Peter hesitated but didn't see a reason why not. "My fingers." He held up the two fingers of equal length. "Apparently it's a mark of a werewolf." He wiggled them. One thing he already knew about Soraya was that she had no problem with physical touch. Before he could blink, one hand gently gripped his wrist while the other grasped the fingers. God her touch was warm.

She examined the fingers carefully, her thumb and forefinger each gripping a side as she moved them up and down. Whether she meant it or not, the act was suggestive and sent a pang of lust to his belly.

She meant it.

Her smile twisted into a smirk as he cleared his throat, shifting his stance nervously. The girl paused momentarily to look up at him. Licking his lips, shifting stance, avoidance of eye contact...growth in his pants...Oh she so had him...

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" She feigned innocence, running her smooth fingertip over his jumping pulse point.

"Talking to me? Won't your bother be angry?"

She looks befuddled but then chuckled. "I'm not a Godfrey, babe. I'm a Harman." She dropped his hand in order to readjust her bag with one and place the other on his shoulder. "And as for sparkling reputations-" Her red stained lips moved against his ear. "I don't have one either." She whispered. Whether Peter knew it or not, Soraya Harman had her hooks in him. He couldn't tear his eyes away as her face lit up with a flirty grin. "See you around, blue eyes."

The werewolf couldn't help the little smile that reached his face for the first time that morning.

Peter knew Soraya Harman was trouble, he just didn't care.

After-all, he had promised to stay away from the Godfreys, and Soraya Harman was no Godfrey...

Four fucking hours. Four hours of teachers recommending they share their feelings. Four hours of girls blubbering and boys shaking their head sadly. Four hours of the entire fucking school acting like their parents had been gutted in some mass culling rather then a girl from another school was killed by some animal.

The worst part of it all? Everyone seemed to know just who exactly really knew her. Three of these such people being Soraya Harman and the Godfrey children.

"The next person that asks me how I'm doing is getting punched in the tit." Soraya let her bag fall off her shoulder to the floor. "Speaking of which, how you doing?" Roman glared at her actual concern, expecting better from the ruthless bitch she played. They knew her, they fucked her, she was dead. Life moved on... Shrugging, he took her extended hand and situated her onto his lap. Here on the top floor, the smoke detector had been disabled since Roman could remember. It was in this dead end corner at the top of the staircase that Roman came to do business and catch a smoke between classes. Currently situated on the thick railing, he maneuvered Soraya with little care, holding her steady with one arm around her stomach to keep her anchored to him. Tumbling those four flights down might do a bit of damage.

"What are we doing?" She asked, fiddling with the buttons on his blazer cuff. His other hand crossed over her chest, brushing the hair off her shoulder in order to examine her skin. The smooth surface he had cut the other day was completely healed. Not a single mark marred her skin.

"Waiting for Harold." Harold. A twice time senior who supplied the majority of their drugs.

"Looking for a party tonight? I hear her memorial ceremony over at Penrose is going to be legendary." She stole the cigarette from his lips, drawing a few drags before placing it back between his plush lips.

"I've dealt with enough crying girls today. Fuck that."

Harold arrived, cutting their conversation short. Eyes wandering, Soraya happened to glance upon a familiar pair of eyes staring up at them. Leaning over, she gave a knowing smile as he quickly averted his attention and walked out of sight.

Having finished his business transaction, Roman searched for what had Soraya's rarely caught attention. "What?"

"Just a little pop-up peak-a-boo with our new friend." She hopped off his lap.

Roman's tone took on an uncharacteristically hard tone. "You should stay away from him."

"You believe the rumors?" Blue eyes searched him in disapproval. Her usual casualness replaced by slight annoyance. She didn't like being told what to do by anyone.

The billionaire didn't exactly say one way or another, but just by pinch between his brows she knew on some part he did. "I don't trust him." Roman admitted, putting out his cigarette and flicking it to the floor. Grabbing his face with gentle hands, she tilted it up to give him a lasting kiss. Her tongue brushed the seam of this lips before suddenly pulling back.

"Lucky for me, I don't have to trust him to fuck him." Roman's face remained in it's stoic expression. The miserable fuck. Rolling her eyes, Soraya pressed her forehead to his, looking deep into his green eyes. "We're wolves, baby. Stop listening to the sheep." Pulling away she gently patted his face. "And don't do anything stupid..." Were her parting words as she grabbed her bag and headed off to yet another morose and weepy class.

She should have known he wouldn't listen...

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HOLY SHIT! 10 more reviews and alerts then I was expecting XD Thank you guys so much! Any one interested in me writing the Roman/Soraya/Brooke night as a one shot? Let me know... Other then that, the next chapter is going to be out sooner than this one was, but it's not nearly as long. :) Upside? Roman x Soraya feels...

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