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Augustine could turn himself invisible. Nevada would lose her mind when I told her.
“It’s a very special couch,” I told her. “Mad Rogan once fell asleep on it. We’re thinking of having it gold-plated and donated to a museum . . .”
“What?” Grandma Frida shrugged. “It’s been too quiet around here. I’m ready for some action.” “The last time you got some action, you drove Romeo through a storm mage’s compound, while Nevada rode shotgun and fired a grenade launcher at the giant animated constructs chasing you,” Mom said. “Your tank had to be rebuilt from the tracks up, and you had four broken ribs and a gash on your head that needed thirty stitches.”
“Drop dead.”
Judging by the condition of my car, you have a lot of pent-up anger.”
I never pretend with you. Tease you, maybe. Flirt, yes. But never that.”
“Oh my God! I poison one guy and now all of Houston thinks I’m a raging idiot.”
“Follow me,” Linus ordered. “And cheer up. We’re about to embark on a killing spree accompanied by massive property damage. Try to have fun.”