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When Youssef pulled free of Estelle and took a threatening step forward, Patrick flexed his fingers and conjured up a mageglobe that stopped Youssef in his tracks. The fiery blue magic spun in his hand, a threatening gesture the god pack couldn’t ignore. “This
Patrick touched his bloody hand to Jono’s face, smearing red across too-cold skin, and pressed a hard kiss to cold lips. “Tell your god he fucking sucks at guiding you.” Then he grabbed Jono’s right hand in his left, pressed it to the muddy ground, and drove his dagger through both their hands.
“I’ll be your weapon if you’ll be my pack,” Jono whispered against his lips, echoing Patrick’s thoughts.