“Right,” I said tiredly. I had my own private purgatory full of sleeping monsters. I had a parasite in my brain that was fixing to burst my skull on its way out of me. My little island paradise was about to explode with enough energy to cook dark gods and Lord only knew what else hanging around under the island. That meant we were talking about a release of energy in the gigaton range. And if I didn’t stop someone from doing it, the continental shelf was about to have a very bad day. Oh, right. And I was supposed to kill an insane immortal—or else face the wrath of her mother. And I had to do
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