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I want whatever fancy Spartan antidepressants he’s on.
Mental note—physical exertion makes me homicidal. Avoid anything above a brisk walk.
“Alliance?” I croaked out, then clarified, “But not the cult kind. No human sacrifices, flower crowns, or weird circles with sticks.”
He saw me looking and smiled with teeth. Then he slowly licked the flat edge of his bloody dagger (that can’t be sanitary). Glacial blue eyes flashed with mania. “Oh yes,” Nyx sighed dreamily on my neck. “He’d be a devoted lover.”
The lion bared its teeth threateningly and took a step back. I made a face at it. Get in line—the cheetah hated me first.
