I’m beginning to the think they caption these images themselves, because you can hear the vanity and self-importance rolling off the vapid overtones.
Jude’s arm snakes around my middle, pulling me closer to him. It’s not an overly affectionate maneuver, but coming from him, I feel like this is PDA. It’s terribly inconvenient, because now I’m hella distracted. He’s more important than whoever killed me, since my killer didn’t kill him.Families really are a cluster fuck…
She’s even more delusional than usual if she’s randomly bringing turtles into this, Cain groans like I’m the annoying little sister he never wanted back.To clear up the point I was making, I add, The mask is pointless on those turtles. What other mutant turtles are out there doing karate under the tutelage of a giant sewer rat? It’s one case where a superhero’s secret identity is—My brother, Rafael, is an archangel born of unbiased purities with the power to deliver swift and harsh judgment, Lucifer bites out, interrupting my ramble.
I take a second to process that.Okay. So that would make him an angel, right? One of the good guys? I gotta say, I’m not too bent out of shape if one of the good guys struck me down. Whew. That could have been bad, because I think Lamar lied when he said I couldn’t get angry enough to accidentally level the world, I prattle on, drawing a series of confused expressions from absolutely everyone—well, not my guys.
They’re unsurprised by most of the things that tumble out of my mouth with all the finesse of a sheltered virgin attempting dirty talk for the first time. Kudos to me for shocking Manella, because he finally looks something other than tired or bored.
Is it my maturity that is shocking all of you? I muse. I can forgive and forget, I add very assuredly.My magic might not be able to grow things or fight people off, but I could arrange for an entire neighborhood of invisible busybodies to bombard these bastards. My spies were bored as hell and anxious to tattle. Kieran’s guys wouldn’t be able to fart without one of my people knowing about it, and their hiding places would be given away instantly and constantly.
Get Jim reassigned and get people on him, Kieran went on. I don’t want him trying to take this further. If he does, or even breathes a word of it to anyone, get rid of him for good.My mouth dropped open.
The records? an intense guy asked, standing beside Kieran now.Amend them with old data but a slightly improved magical score and post them. Don’t dally. I don’t want to give anyone a reason to look more closely. Make sure the distraction is up and running by the time you post the info. Put the originals on my private network. No one is to see those, do I make myself clear?