Morgan rolls her eyes. “What’s up, Dad?” “Besides my blood pressure?” He chuckles to himself, clearly amused. I’m . . . confused. “Is that supposed to be a Blood Witch joke?” I whisper to Morgan. I’m fairly certain their magic would prevent those kinds of medical conditions. “Yeah. It’s easier if you ignore him.” “Hey now, don’t sass your elders.” Mr. Hughes props his hands on his hips and gives Morgan what from my mom would be A Look, but from him makes me think I’m missing out on some inside joke. “Oh, are we admitting you’re old now?” she asks, all innocent charm. “Keep it up, missy, and
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