Myka’s foot froze midair.
“Cock.”
Myka’s eyebrows shot up as yet another word echoed through the open door, the accent clearly British.
“Cunt. Well that one is hardly unusual,” Helena muttered to herself. “Crass, but not uncommon.”
Myka chewed her lip unsure what to do.
“Balls,” Helena continued. “Ah, bollocks!” she said and laughed.
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