You’re a good kid. If you’d work on your pain-in-the-ass tendencies, you’d be real nice.”

“Too bad that isn’t going to happen anytime soon,” he muttered. “Real nice doesn’t get you very far.”

“Real nice can keep you from getting beat up,” I said.

He smiled. “Right. Maybe we should both work on it, then.

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I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Try words. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move on to interpretive dance.

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magic was not a required course. He could have a degree in Wiffle ball for all I knew.

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Greyson is gone.”

A high-pitched ringing started in my ears.

“Dead?” I asked, not at all ashamed at the tiny bit of hope that leaked into my voice.

“No. Escaped. He’ll be hunting you.”

With that as the option, I liked dead better.

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Hold up. I’m bait?

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Fucking fuck fuck of a fuck.” Shame dug in his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter. His hands shook as he lit up.

“Eloquence, thy name is Flynn,” Terric said

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Don’t be an idiot,” Terric said. “You were unconscious less than ten minutes ago.”

“And you were a dick. One of us got better.

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He rolled his tongue around in his mouth and made a sour face. “Got any gum? Mints?”
“No. You going to hark again?” He shook his head. “Mouth tastes like the bottom of my shoe.” I didn’t ask him how he knew that particular flavor.

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You told Detective Stotts you think a wild storm is coming.” “I thought you were puking.” “Not with my ears,” he said.

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I doubt she likes the idea of seeing him put back in a cage.” “Maybe not,” he said. “But she knows that the Authority are the only people who might be able to help him.” “Or kill him,” I said. “That too. What is life without risk?” “Long?” Terric laughed, a sort of high whooping that made me—and Zayvion, much to my surprise—smile. Contagious. For all he had a serious exterior, Terric was the guy you’d want to sit next to at a funny movie, just to hear him laugh.

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