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If you two cause the end of the world because you’re horny idiots, I’ll kill you.” Ethan was fairly sure they were doomed.
“Did you both forget I was basically laughed out of the university because of this book? They’re not going to let me borrow it again.” Ethan stabbed at his cold oatmeal. “Dr. Hanson used the word ‘unhinged.’” “I will kill him,” Jag mumbled into his coffee cup. “I’ll unhinge his jaw and snap it off.”
Even though Jag had spent centuries honing his skills with a blade, his ability to make anything resembling a face in the pumpkin was drastically lacking. Jag’s pumpkin looked deformed and perhaps constipated, the eyes a bit too close together and the mouth a total disaster. Ethan, on the other hand, was an artist, his pumpkin a grinning face with jagged teeth and narrow, haunting eyes. The flush around Ethan’s neck and ears was telling that he wasn’t expecting Jag’s praise.
Fix the ritual. Repair the tears. Save the world. No pressure.