“You,” Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, “are a bad case of herpes, wizard. You’re inconvenient, embarrassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.” “Bitch,” I replied, wittily. I still hadn’t gotten my head back together. Everything’s relative, right? “Don’t kill him,” Binder rasped. Madeline shot him a look that could freeze vodka. “What?” Binder was sitting on the ground. His shotgun was farther away than he could reach. He must have tossed it there, because when he had fallen it was still in his hands. Binder had realized precisely how badly the fight had gone for
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