‘I want you,’ I said, ‘to get me a doughnut. A real, genuine, Chicago doughnut. Not some glamoured doughnut. An actual one. Freshly made.’ The gruff’s teeth began to show as he smiled again. ‘Of course,’ I said, ‘you could deny me the boon I rightfully earned in blood and fire and kill me instead, thus ensuring that Summer would renege on a debt and never be able to make good on it. But I don’t think that would be very good for Summer and its honor. Do you?’ ‘Indeed not, wizard,’ the gruff said. ‘Indeed it would not be.’ He bowed his head to me. ‘Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?’ ‘Nay,
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