“Bullshit, we are not,” Alix hisses, then stops and turns to Jett directly behind her. She holds both arms out, like she wants him to pick her up. “Okay, I changed my mind, the wings aren’t scary. Let’s go, fly boy. Beam me up or whatever.” “Uh…” Jett stammers, for once at a loss for words. He freezes and glances over his shoulder at me, obviously waiting for instructions. For the love of fucking God. Part of me realizes that Alix is probably only gravitating toward Jett because he’s nice, the same way she’s already warming up to Odessa. Still, I find myself grinding my teeth. I make sure Alix
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