Fine with me. You're joking. We moved across the parking lot, swinging Becca between us while she gave that joyous, full-throated laugh. He was sitting so that I could see his hands clearly.
I'd owe Edward another favor if I killed one of his backups just because he'd scared me. Drop the cloth, Edward said. I was searching the crowd, trying to see if she was coming or if we were about to be surrounded by werejaguars. I'd come in expecting to meet a necromancer.
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