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“Right,” Patrick said, eyeing Allison and Dwayne. “Who wants me to check their soul first? I have to warn you, that spell hurts like a son of a bitch.” In unison, the two pointed at each other, silently volunteering their partner to go first.
Patrick took a sip of his coffee, then another. The caffeine went a long way toward making him slightly less homicidal.
“Feels like old times,” Patrick said before getting into the back seat and buckling up. “Gods, I hope not,” Nadine said as she put the SUV into reverse. “But this is you we’re talking about, so I’m guessing we’re all just fucked.”