“We don’t have a newsletter, Remy,” I said. “You need to get on that shit, then,” he said. “You don’t see us foxmen going around blowing ourselves up.” “You’re the only one,” I pointed out. Remy paused. “Not the point.” “Is he really always like this?” Loki asked. “Yes,” Remy said cheerfully. “Apparently you get used to me.” “You don’t,” I corrected and received a playful punch to the ribs from Remy as we reentered the building and moved toward where the fighting had been the fiercest.

