“You’re either really embodying this whole devil thing,” Lo says, “or it’s just in your soul.” Lo’s barely looking at him. He’s currently raiding the house’s pantry with Lily hanging onto his waist, trying to pull him away with lots of effort. “Lo, you can’t.” Ryke follows my gaze, going rigid for a second. Lo retrieves a box of Cheez-Its. “I can. Maybe they should’ve thought about snacks, huh?” He opens the brand new box in front of her face. Lily whispers, “Should we write an IOU?” “Lil,” he says, popping one in his mouth. “Think of it as their birthday present to me.” “It could be worse,”
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