“That’s what I carved into the bat I wanted to give you when we were kids.” The fiery beauty in front of me sniffles and wipes away the remainder of her tears. “You were trying to kill me with it,” she protests, all hard lines and brimming with fire. There’s my girl. “No, Klepto. Your arms were weak, and you were shit at throwing punches.” Her jaw drops. “I got it for you so you wouldn’t hurt yourself and you’d finally do some real damage.” Blaze’s face twists into a mix of irritation and shock until it settles on a barely restrained smile that lights up the blues of her eyes before her pupils
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