Mother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Terms incoming?” He levels angry blue eyes on me. “You’re a hex, lady, dark luck, powerful bad just, ken?”“Only to people who try to kidnap me,” I tell him sweetly, and March snorts, so I feel obliged to add, “Or rescue me…” And then Dina makes a pfft sound. “Or who travel with me…” My gaze sweeps around the darkened interior, trying to find an ally, but nobody will hold my eyes more than two seconds, it seems. “Fine, frag you all, I'm a dark just, bad luck, and you’re all doomed.

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