‘It’s just something I heard from one of the Sanzas.’ ‘One of the Sanzas? Which one?’ ‘Couldn’t say. They’re so hard to tell apart in the dark.’ ‘I’m going to cut their gods-damned tongues out.’ ‘Oh, tsk.’ She ruffled his hair. ‘Please don’t. Us girls have a use for those, at least.’ ‘Hmmmph.’ ‘You poor, sweet idiot. You do have it bad for her. Well, what can I say, Locke? You’re fucked.’ Felice laughed softly. ‘Just not by me.’
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