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Florian, ever eager, smiled even wider “A Thanks, man”

I would have liked to tell you that the rest of the trip to Monica Rodriguez’s house was uneventful I would have liked to say that Quill drove us at an easy, casual clip, that we turned over the bits of hair we’d stolen, and went on our merry, separate ways

But the sound of screeching filled the night, like a banshee awakened Shortly after, not far fro se, and heavy, and strong

Leonora had sent so repeated, and this ti through h butter

Quilliam screamed “My car!”

“Keep driving,” I screa”

“It’s coht it”

“Make up your fucking minds,” Quilliam shouted

Cold air rushed in froe hunk of the roof away In the distance, ed as the discarded roof sht I heard it just next to , to gaze into the face of the beast Leonora had conjured – not at all expecting to see the transformed face of the bruja herself

“Mijos,” she said, through a wide s “Why are you running from Tia Leonora?”

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For a scant few secondsout to Raziel, of seeing if he would even respond He’d show up and use so that used to be Maria Leonora Rodriguez right off the face of the planet, and then we’d be home free

No, I thought, grinding aveto lie in it We just needed to deal with this proble to buy o to rent and to Florian I just wanted to live my life, damn it

But first we had to get the monster out of our hair Quite literally, in Quill’s case, since Leonora had gotten her talons entangled in the snarls of his shoulder-length shag He was screaht line for fear of, well, quite literally losing his head I reached out to the Vestht with in such close quarters My mind settled on a little burst of inspiration courtesy of Raziel

I cursed under htties A sheen of divine light appeared around auntlet