Sin inspects his fingers. “Some might say, it was perfect timing.” I narrow my eyes at the handsome man resting against the trunk of a Kaur. Shard beats me to it. “You didn’t,” he says. Sin blinks in innocence. Shard glances at me with uncertainty. “He couldn’t have . . . could he?” The man from Tricks’s barracks stands with a yawn in the thatch home. His abdominal muscles leap into action. “I never have liked words like ‘couldn’t’ and ‘didn’t.’ They imply lines. I’m not overly fond of lines.” “You put the baby there,” I say flatly. Blizzard spits his food over Avalanche, who punches him in
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