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Like now, for example, when the blunt force of a seething demon’s aura brushed up against her back like a wall of heat. She turned to see Atticus staring at Alonzo over her head with an expression just short of murderous.
“Jerk face,” Alonzo said politely, as if greeting an acquaintance by his name.
“Dick wad,” Atticus returned just as politely, inclining his head in mock-respect. His eyes, however, shot daggers at the other male.
Marga rubbed her forehead, choosing not to comment on the display of testosterone in front of her.
“Let’s go, chop-chop,” Cara said, already opening the door on the passenger side. “You can compare the size of your manly parts later.”
“I’m really sorry, man,” Atticus said to Alonzo just as he and Marga were turning to the car.
They both stopped and stared at Atticus in surprised confusion
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