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Everybody’s gotta have a hobby, even if it is hunting the most wretched pieces of shit on the planet in a blood sport competition, and I intend to maintain my run as champion of the Annual August Showdown.
“You look cute,” Rowan grits out, trying to pull away from Lachlan’s hold. “Sets off your freckles.” “She’s not cute,” Lark interjects, her crystalline-blue eyes shimmering like shards of malice. “She’s murdery.”
“Brother,” Rowan interjects as he drops an arm over my shoulders, “my adorably murdery wife will suck the eyeball from your face with an industrial-size vacuum in your sleep if you won’t stick to the deal.”
“Take Barbara,” Rose says as she shoves the disgruntled raccoon at Fionn. “I’ve carried her for miles already today.” “I’ve seen that look on her face before. It’s the same one she gave me when she got into the codeine. She’s in a mood.” He doesn’t make any move to take her, and Barbara doesn’t appear thrilled about the transfer either. “Look at her eyes. She looks r—” “Fionn Kane, don’t you dare say ‘rabid’—” “Rrridiculous.” “Doc,” Rose whines, puffing a breath upward through her sweaty bangs, “I thought you’d said you’d take a raccoon to the face for me. And I’m not even putting her in your
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“Do you think the FBI will figure it out this time? That I left them a web?” “Maybe. Maybe not. I dunno. But I am sure about one thing.” “Let me guess. That we should call it a draw.” Rowan chuckles. “No, love.” He drops an arm across my shoulders, and I lean into his warmth as he presses a kiss to the crown of my head. “That they’ll marvel at the Orb Weaver. My goddess of chaos.”
“You’re still green,” I reply, forcing my gaze from his ridiculous body and back down to the phone in my hand. “I feel like it would be unfair if I celebrate too much.” He stops in the center of the room and rubs the towel on his face, pulling it away to examine the white fibers under the light. “But I scrubbed so hard.” “Maybe it really is permanent.” “Blackbird—” “It’s fine,” I say, lowering my phone. “You’re still pretty. You’ll always be pretty. Even if you look a bit like that nausea emoji.” “No. Noooo. I don’t want to look like that. I hate that emoji.”
“I love you, Blackbird.” I grip tighter to Rowan’s hand where it lays across my heart. “I love you, too, Butcher.” With one last kiss, we fall asleep, two monsters wrapped in each other’s arms. Right where we’ve always belonged.
