![]() ![]() ![]() He lifted first one eyebrow and then the other, a motion I mirrored back at him. His brother, Bjorn, looked up at me from where he lay sprawled across the floor near the heat register. I petted him without even looking down, enjoying the feeling of his coarse fur under my fingers. Ulf wandered by and pressed the top of his head up against my hand. Which was unusual because Lyle was usually the kind of guy who could talk himself into, or out of, anything.Ī sword, I said. I dumped the absolute dregs out in the sink-I hated it when I accidentally got tea leaves in my mouth-and was running the water to rinse the mug before Lyle managed to get any words out. It was cold- I’d been nursing the same mug all morning-but still sweet as hell and infused with caffeine. Enjoying the look of complete confusion on Lyle’s face, I took a moment to pseudo-casually swallow what was left of my tea. ![]()
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