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I glance at the bottom of the cup and see the words printed, You've just been poisoned. It's a joke, right? Right?
Somehow she thought to start cleaning her blades before sewing her abdomen shut. I honestly don't know why I'm surprised at this point; she has the strangest priorities.
Lucas's eyes ping between Noah and me like he's watching a tennis ball crossing the court in a Grand Slam match. His voice is a hushed whisper. "Good God, there are two of them."
His thumb trails across my cheek, and he whispers, "I'm glad you're okay, super-secret spy colleague."
There are very few things in this world I take seriously. My job, my team, superheroes, rock-paper-scissors tournaments, and jinx are basically it.
I hold my tongue. I can be quiet. I lied. I can't hold it much longer. It's like I'm still jinxed. Must. Prove. Han. Wrong.
She's so soft and nurturing when she isn't killing people.
I'm totally the Buttercup whisperer. I need to make a mug that says that.
He may have been the worst adoptive father ever, but he's protective in his own way.
Noah grumbles something about "Rogue going rogue,"
Did she just compare my cock like the beds in that Goldilocks story?
