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“Well, yeah,” Striker said

When she took a deep breath, ready to shout some more, he held up a hand to stop her “You can’t be trusted in the mist Your , then you can walk through the mist”

“That’s insane”

“That’s the condition You comply, or hello, Mr Sandman”

“What does that even mean?” She threw up her hands in frustration

“That’s what I miss most,” Mace said around a ets our cultural references I feel likewit is lost on the people of this neorld”

“You have wit?” She glared at him

“Can we knock her out again?” Mace asked his team leader

“Come” Striker patted the boulder beside hio”

“I’m very annoyed with you”

“I know” His eye danced “And if Mace wasn’t here, I’d make it up to you But I kno much you hate an audience”

She blinked at him for a minute “Was that a sexual reference?”

His chuckle one out of her anger Mainly, she just felt weary With a humph of annoyance, she sat down beside Striker but resisted when he tried to hold her close—even though it felt like she was cutting her nose off in spite of her face

“Whatever I want, whenever I want it,” he whispered against her ear, ht noant to hold you, bébé”

“Unbelievably irritating, arroganthis ar it far toothis under duress”