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She nodded, kissing his cheek.
She frowned, looking down. "Maybe someone shot me and tossed my body off a cliff? That seems... excessive. Even if they left me alone, I'd...
He paused, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm right."
"They know where you live, though. So if you were going to be arrested, they'd be here already, right?"
"I like you just the way you are. But aren't you uncomfortable?"
"Well..." she said, trailing off with a frown before beginning to check her skin. "Maybe I was shot."
"Although, Lark would be a better person to ask."
"Don't think about it. I don't blame you, and I'm super smart, right?"
"Because you're scared of being arrested?"
She dimpled, leaning over to kiss him. "Yeah. Like you."
She turned to look at Warner, a frown on her lips. "Is that... that's normal, then? In Inferno? That's a normal thing?"
"I believe you."
"It wasn't your fault, baby," he said, turning to look at her.
Dali fell silent for a moment. "Why don't you go back tomorrow and ask for an explanation?"
She laughed slightly, shaking her head. "What would you have me do? Sleep in my day clothes like a hooligan?"
Her brow furrowed and she tilted her head. "That... that's impossible."
"I'm sure you'll remind me when we get back."
He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. "Thank you."
"Why would you do that? That's illegal."
