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"You shouldn't be," Monty said, shaking his head. "He's just a demon. He can't help being an utter ass. In fact, Lilith, you could probably beat...
She looked pleased, looking down as the waiter approached with their food. "That Sylas guy really bugs me," Monty said conversationally. "Why...
She looked embarrassed by this analysis, looking down. "I, uh... I try to pay attention."
She looked up nervously. “It... it is?”
Fina looked nervous by this level of study, frowning. "Uh... well.. actually, um, Theo, I was writing about your 'heater' technique," she said,...
Sylas looked over at Cassian, a small smirk on his face. "Everyone that matters does," he said smoothly. The bell rang and he went to go grab...
Sylas glanced over at Maverick, knowing exactly what he was after. "Yes. Everyone does." * * * "And a glass of water, please," Monty said...
He folded his arms, looking over at Maverick. "So holier than thou. Have you noticed? She talks in that prophetic way of hers. If you ask me,...
Sylas scoffed as Theresa walked away. "She's being dramatic. Don't worry. I think she might fake those visions." * * * "Yeah, Fina," Monty said...
She blinked and looked quite pale, looking over at Maverick for a moment before looking over her shoulder. "Excuse me, I... I have to go." * *...
She raised an eyebrow, a small laugh making its way through her mouth. "I'm sure," she replied wryly. Her eyes, almost white, seemed to glow...
She bristled, raising one eyebrow. "I don't feel threatened by anything," she said slowly, raising one eyebrow. "But I do feel... what's the...
“But it has the implications of a weapon,” she said, obviously baffled. *** “You are keeping the heat inside you to dry off, rather than...
She frowned, her hand involuntarily copying him as she studied him curiously. "But... you are making a gun," she said, perplexed. "How can a gun...
Theresa looked over at him with a frown. "When you did the thing earlier," she said, tilting her head curiously. "Did you think we'd be on...
Theresa nodded slowly and Sylas crossed his arms. "An easy win." * * * Monty folded his wings behind his back. "The bell's going to ring in...
"It was," Monty agreed with a groan, rubbing his head. "The Catfishes will persevere." Theresa, on the other side of the field, sheathed her...
Fina sat up, dazed and confused. She stood up, her hand on the wound where she had been hit. "I'm... sorry, Theo," she said quietly, looking...
He gave her a genuine grin, obviously pleased with their victory. "Good game," he said smoothly, returning to the rest of his team.
He raised an eyebrow, almost playful. "Angels," he said, shaking his head almost in shame, mentally urging Maverick to hurry. "Why are you able...
