“I’m going to try and draw the energy out with you.” He leaned forward quickly and before I knew what he was about, his hand landed on my forehead—a little harder than necessary. “Ouch.” My eyes flew open. I was now ninety-nine percent sure that “drawing the energy out of you” meant “I’m going to smack the shit out of you.” He repeated the motion on my forehead with even more force. “Ohhhm.” “Will you stop that?” He smacked me again, and I grabbed his wrist. “Look here, Tree. I’m about to make you into a fucking shrub if you don’t—” I heard a knock on the glass and looked over to find Danny
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