Hex’s big eyes do a good impression of innocence despite their demonic glimmer of amusement.
“You asshole.” I smack his shoulder.
Coal pops me on the back of the head. “Don’t hit my boyfriend.”
“He gets off on torturing me! You’re not going to defend your one and only brother?”
“No.”
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