“Another local—how fun! I grew up here—even though my family was just normal humans.” Shiloh scrunched up her nose. “It’s a little boring. But I love my neighborhood—don’t I, uncles?” The elderly men on the porch rattled their iced teas at her. “You love it a little too much,” one of the men shouted. “You should be out dating, or bettering your mind or—” He turned to his friends. “What was that other poetic nonsense we got in our fortune cookies last night?” I laughed and rubbed my arms, which were pebbling with goosebumps as I swore I could feel Noctus’s knife-like magic in my ribs. Yeah,
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