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Dark-Hunters die in sunlight
But not Ambrose …
How could he be outside and on the street when he shouldn’t be able to? Hoas he able to hide his Dark-Hunter traits?
The wind sent a chill down Nick’s spine that he felt all the way to his soul
"Because of you," Ambrose sneered that word, "and your stupidity, your mother, Bubba, Mark, and … others close to you die horribly That is the landscape we’re trying to repaint And if you fail theing your head against a brick wall burned a hundred and fifty calories an hour as they said it did, then Nick should be e it so hard these last two days that he should have a concussion by now
"Mo to date"
Fifteen? Really? Since as fifteen too young to date? If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she was froes Heck, for that matter, Kyrian was e, or Iron Age, or one of those boring ages that they tried to force feed him in school
That man had actually dated in a chariot…
Nick had to stop hias on a roaring fire while wearing kerosene soaked clothing when his h to death match demons and zombies, stop the apocalypse, deal with Death on a daily basis, and hold doo jobs, but I can’t irl for a hed irritably "I’m a year older than you hen you had me"
She narrowed those beady little blue eyes at hilare up at hi down at his mom, who barely reached mid-chest on him these days
The fact that so ardless of arguments and differences of opinion, he loved his s
Which was how she cowed hilance…
I’m such a wimp
"Precisely et into? Are you ready to be a father at fifteen? No, I don’t think you are You can’t even re you three times a day Which, for your information, is the amount of times a day a child de soshe’d forget about it
Better not et hiuht now, I’d be sixteen when the baby was born"
Pulling her blonde hair back into a ponytail, she glared at him "Not funny, Nick How dare you make a joke about this I areat job with me, Ma And that ith no help whatsoever I don’t knohy you’re colared furiously "And you’re trying to distract me with flattery It won’t work You can’t date until you drive, and that’s that"
There was another sore topic for hi you to teachnew car It’s the only new car I’ve ever owned and it’s the only one we have If you wreck it, on’t have a way to evacuate during hurricane season"
Nick growled low in his throat He had s to buy a car, but because of his age, he couldn’t sign for one, and his e, not a car you don’t need There ain’t no place you need to go that your feet or a streetcar can’t carry you to
Ugh! His ave her a sullen pout "So basically, I’ll never learn to drive, and therefore will never date"
She set her shoes froot the picture, Boo"
He mocked her words Until she snapped around to face hiave her his rin "C’"
"And if--"
"Everyone jumped off the Pontchartrain would you join them?" he asked in falsetto before she had a chance
Yeah, that got hilare "Don’t mock me, boy"
"Sorry"
She jerked her shoes on "No, you’re not But if you do that again, you will be" She straightened "Now, I’ to the Halloween haunted house your school’s sponsoring?"
Nick snorted "Oh yeah, Mom Just what I want to do Wet irl It’s another atte as I live, isn’t it?"
He could tell by the way her lips twitched that she didn’t want to be ahed "You’re terrible" Kissing his cheek, she ruffled his hair "Be a good boy and I’ll see you in a little bit"
She opened the door, then shrieked
Nick braced hiht whatever was out there
Until his"Goodness, Mr Grim, you scared at least ten years off ht" She cast a chiding look at Nick as as surprised by Gri with Death, he didn’t respond As always, Death came unexpectedly… whenever he wanted "Next ti, she stepped past Griht Sorry I have to rush off, but I’m late for work"
Grim shut the door behind her To Nick, he looked like any other young man in his late teens, early twenties, with tousled dark blond hair and gray eyes, dressed in a black hoodie that had a skull and crossbones on the back But the Grim Reaper could project to others any form he wanted them to see and so Nick’s mother interpreted him as someone in his early thirties Someone as respectable