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I took Rafael into a hug. I could feel him stiffen, and then he relaxed. We'd held each other before, private kisses and languid touches, but never anything that I considered a true hug: selfless support not instigated by desire, comfort for comfort's sake. This was different. My embrace was firm, arms tight around his back, and his head on my shoulder, weary and sad, had found solace on a friend's shoulder.

Oh, Rain 🙄, the predicaments you get yourself into! 😩 Where's Lassie when you need her, amiright?!? 😣

Well, crap ... out of Spotify audiobook hours for this month. I'll have to wait a week to finish this one. 🙄

“Which leaves us where?”

“At the very beginning. I heard it’s a very good place to start.”

“It sounds so much better when Julie Andrews says it. But she had the love of that dashing Captain Von Trapp to keep her spirits lifted.”

“You’ve got me. I’m sexier than him, aren’t I?"

"Eh.”

“You wouldn’t leave the abbey for me?”

“I’d tunnel under the walls if I had to.”

“Love you, Maria.”

“Now sing Edelweiss.”

“I kind of promised Danny I wouldn’t blow up any more of the house. And I think that’s nonnegotiable.”

“How inflexible.”

“I know, right? So if I do, we’re coming to live with you. Because he mentioned moving in with his mother, and I think Dante already has the seven circles of hell covered.”

“Two hot guys and little ol’ me? Perhaps I need to school you in the art of a proper threat because that ain’t it.”

“What did I say about building a portal to hell? Nothing good can come of that.”

“Not to hell,” Dakota huffed. “But yeah, maybe it had some unintended side effects.”

“Side effects? Side effects are things like this medicine may make you nauseous and tired and dizzy, ball shrinkage may occur."

“Ball shrinkage,” he gasped.

"There’s not a prescription bottle in the world that warns this may summon a demon."

This one may end me! 😩

“I prayed for lightning to strike Mrs. Dunstable and nothing happened. I prayed for the whiteboard to fall on her and still jack all.” Charlie sniggered. “Do you have to clock like…loyalty points on prayers?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Fifty Hail Marys gets you a low-level plague. Two hundred gets you a smiting. If you get fifty Lord’s Prayers, you can have yourself a biblical apocethary.”

“Apocalypse.”

“Whatever."