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Len—who had never wielded an axe in his damned life—said, “Fuck!” and hoisted the thing over his head like some kind of gay, blue-haired lumberjack.
Danon hauled himself out of the water, revealing mountains of muscle and a flaccid dick that could choke a horse.
Len stared at them. “So... what are you saying? The Court is just going to shrug and play the fiddle while Rome burns?” The sidhe frowned. “I do not understand the reference.”
“You’re awake. Good. How was death?”
