“About fucking time,” Michael grumbled. I blew out a puff of smoke and followed his gaze, seeing Damon finally jog out of the cathedral and across the street. Switching the cigarette to my left hand, I started the engine again. “Get out.” Damon opened up the passenger side door and jerked his thumb at Michael. “Now.” But Michael just sat there, looking amused. Damon cocked an eyebrow. “I will put you in my lap if you want,” he told him, “but I’m sitting there.” I laughed under my breath. Michael knew the rules. When he drove, which was almost always, Kai rode shotgun. When I drove, Damon and I
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