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“Yeah, well,”—Zagadoth snorted out a laugh—“turns out you’re incredibly easy to love, kiddo.”
“I am in love with you, Amma, utterly and unconditionally, until my last breath and beyond.”
“Of course I love you, you big idiot,”
“Kaz!” Amma pushed up onto her knees and threw her arms out. “Harlot!” Kaz bound toward Amma and wrapped long, spindly arms around her middle.
They were truly ugly, wretched, feral creatures that behaved poorly and smelled worse, and she absolutely loved them.
