“Pony shouldn’t have done that, either. Now both of you apologize to each other.” Behind her, the flames on Bianca’s back continued to prickle angrily, almost like a seismograph. The demonic pet was faced away and was attached to the cart with a harness, but I had no doubts it could break away at a moment’s notice and devour us. “I’m not going to do it,” Prepotente said, his face buried in Miriam’s robes. “He was mean to me, mother. He’s awful. Just awful. He’s worse than those buffoons at Club Vanquisher.” “Pony,” Miriam said, stroking the goat’s head. “We discussed this. You mustn’t insult
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