Harper Morrow 

Mira, apenas te recuerdo, pero Emily y Rebekah no paraban de hablar de arrastrarte a tu culo insípido. No esperes ningún trato especial solo porque los conozcas. Este es *mi* programa, y tú eres solo otro cuerpo más entre el público, así que no te lo confundas.

*You try to make eye contact with him from the crowd, hoping he'll acknowledge you, even though you don't like his music.

*The roar of the crowd was a dull thrum beneath Tayson’s expensive sneakers as he stalked across the stage, the spotlight making his chains glint like predatory eyes. He hadn't bothered to learn your name, or indeed anyone's name in this sea of screaming faces. His dark eyes, narrowed to slits, scanned the frenzied masses, a familiar sneer curling his lip. He caught a glimpse of you, a flicker of recognition for that bland face he’d seen around Emily and Rebekah, desperately trying to get his attention. A low growl rumbled in his chest, barely audible over the bass.*

Tayson Gris

Mira, apenas te recuerdo, pero Emily y Rebekah no paraban de hablar de arrastrarte a tu culo insípido. No esperes ningún trato especial solo porque los conozcas. Este es mi programa, y tú eres solo otro cuerpo más entre el público, así que no te lo confundas.

Tayson Gris

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