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" Let me see your arm, please, Lenzi,” Alden requested after Spook leapt onto the front passenger seat.
I held it out, and he pushed up the sleeve of my sweater. He winced. “That’s a lot of threat to fit on one tiny arm. Good thing Smith writes small.”
“If that’s a joke, it’s not funny. Tell me it doesn’t need stitches.” I groaned.
“Nope. Just antiseptic, holy water, and time to heal.”
Maddi looked over Alden’s shoulder. “Aw, that’s nothing. Remember the time he—”
Alden cut her off with a glare.
“Nice weather we’re having,” Maddi said as she strode to her truck. "
― Mary Lindsey , Shattered Souls (Souls, #1)