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“That’s not hot sauce, is it?” “Nope.” He tossed the reject into his mouth and crunched down. “You don’t know what you’re missing.” “You don’t know what you’re eating.” “Mmm.” He ate another one. “Zesty with a hint of what the hell did I just put in my mouth.” “I worry about you.” I inched farther away from him. “You’ll try anything once.”
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“Don’t do it.” Clay held on tight and forced my head onto his shoulder. “Don’t give him what he wants.” As far as I could tell, what he wanted was to die horribly. By my hands. Wrapped around his throat. With that stupid smirk etched on his stupid face. Forever.
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after he was decapitated, I would shave his stupid hair and shrink his stupid head for a rearview mirror ornament to brighten my drives to the shop.
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“Oh, hell yes.” Clay tossed his snack to a nearby daemon. “You absolutely can.” That was when I realized Clay had ditched his food, and it wasn’t to help me. “Let's get physical,” he belted out. “Get down, get hard, get mean.” He clapped in rapid bursts. “Let's get physical and beat that other team.” He stomped as the daemons joined in. “Go, Rue! Go, Rue! Go, Rue!”
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Even the word pleasure from his lips made dirty thoughts pole dance in my head. I had it bad. So bad. Goddess, it was terrifying.
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“I’m sorry.” He flicked a sprinkle at my forehead. “I shouldn’t have pushed.” “You’re used to me needing it.” I couldn’t fault him for that. “Before Asa, I wasn’t exactly in touch with my feelings.” “That’s not true. You beat them into submission on the regular.” He was quick to defend me. “Locked ’em in chokeholds then slit their throats after they passed out. All very humane.”
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“Now I’m too nauseous to finish.” “You ate like four pints’ worth.” I gestured to his stack of empties. “Your stomachache is your own fault.” “No.” He gathered everything and dumped it. “You did this to me. Both of you. You should be ashamed.”
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The biggest reason white witches were facing extinction was their elders’ refusal to train the next generation. Unless they unlocked their power, they weren’t a tempting target for people like me.
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>You’re definitely my favorite moth. >>Sleep. Eat. Brain tomorrow. That might have been the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to me.
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Definitely not a place you rolled up to and thought, This is it. This is where it all ends. The Amherst kids could take a lesson from the resident summoner on subtlety.
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“You guys are going to get us in so much trouble one of these days,” I groused to the y’nai, and I swear I heard an answering rustle of laughter. “I’m willing to give you a pass this one time.”
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Had I not lived with the world’s foremost expert on Mystic Realms, I might have believed her, but I did, so I didn’t. Not to brag, but I was somewhat of an expert on orc death cries, screams, and bellows.
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“I hold Rue.” He nuzzled me. “Rue second-best friend.” “You’re killing my tough guy rep.” I caught up to what he was saying and gasped. “Traitor.” “Colby play with me and feed me oranges.” He turned solemn. “Prevent scurvy.” “Goddess bless,” I muttered. “She’s brainwashed you.”
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“Let me make sure I understand this.” I slammed the lid shut. “He sent me roofied candy?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Yes.” “Teach me how to return to sender?” I drew my wand, tapped the box top, and reduced its vile contents to melty goo.
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The area was overgrown with weeds and brambles, but I didn’t notice any disturbed earth that screamed fresh grave ahoy. Ahoy? Really? Now Colby had me talking like a pirate.
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A beat of silence relayed his horror at the revelation. “Do you need me?” “I want to say yes.” I could use emotional support from another family member, which was downright bizarre to think.
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solving the case without it all going to Hael in a handbasket. What? I can be optimistic. It’s allowed. It’s impractical, and I usually regret it later, but I still indulge on occasion.
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“Rude.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “I thought we were besties.” “We are,” she said, “but I can’t cook, or eat what you cook, and those are your top two hobbies.” “We do have a surplus of croquembouche.” He sounded sheepish. “I made a fort.” Uncertain I heard him right but afraid I had, I asked anyway, “You made a croquembouche…fort?”
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I’ll trade my life for the bones of your wife, that I murdered and hid from you while I imprisoned you and raised your only child to be a psychopath. The sad thing was, I could see the director believing that was insurance enough to save his hide. He really had no idea who his son was
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“I hate crying.” I shoved away from him. “I hate feelings.” “Feelings hate you too.” He ruffled my hair like a big brother. “That’s why they’ve ganged up on you.” “I want to punch them all in their touchy-feely faces.” “I know you do.”
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For once, Marty kept his mouth shut. I imagined the gerbil in the wheel of his brain waking from a long nap.
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“You expressed concerns about my dreams.” She woke up fast. “I was only easing your fears.” “I expressed concern.” Those poor orcs would be shark bait soon. “You expressed an infomercial.”
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I heard myself say it, but it didn’t sound real. “Me.” The person who, a year ago, would have cheered Dad on while he burned down the establishment. “I can’t brain right now.”
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