I'm in the process of getting you a warrant of execution for his ass. The words started out stiff, but got faster as he talked. Thanks, I said, and went back to watching Nathaniel make coffee. Watching Jean-Claude and Asher burst into flames as they came through the door would probably have put a damper on the festivities.
I did the first thing I thought of, I hit him. The makeup had widened her eyes, added color to her cheeks, and carved pouting lips out of her thin ones. Get out of my head, I said. I knelt to help pry Damian's mouth from his flesh, but Richard made the preternatural rookie mistake.
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