Bane slams his hand down on the desk, startling the receptionist enough to garner her attention. “I'm her motherfucking husband. So why don't you tell me where the fuck my wife is.” The receptionist's mouth drops open, and I'd honestly find a little humor in it if I wasn't side-eying the fuck out of my cousin. “Oh, well, why didn't you say that from the beginning,” she stammers. “That changes everything.” “Yeah, well, I'm her husband too,” Nova snaps, leaning back on his heels and folding his arms across his chest. “Wh-what?” the receptionist pauses, her hands hovering over the keyboard. “Aye,
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