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If You Want Some Advice—which I'm Sure You Don't—you Guys Should Lay Off On The Magic. Christian Still Thinks You're Moving In On Lissa." "what?" He Asked In Mock Astonishment. "doesn't He Know My Heart Belongs To You?" "it Does Not. And No, He's Still Worried About It, Despite What I've Told Him." "you Know, I Bet If We Started Making Out Right Now, It Would Make Him Feel Better." "if You Touch Me," I Said Pleasantly, "i'll Provide You With The Opportunity To See If You Can Heal Yourself. Then We'd See How Badass You Really Are.

Lissa Knelt Down, Compassion On Her Face. I Wasn't Surprised, Since She'd Always Had A Thing For Animals. She'd Lectured Me For Days After I'd Instigated The Infamous Hamster-and-hermit-crab Fight. I'd Viewed The Fight As A Testing Of Worthy Opponents. She'd Seen It As Animal Cruelty.

You'd Be Surprised. Besides, They Don't Even Send Royal Traitors To Prison, Rose. Everyone Knows That." I Scoffed. "are You Insane? Of Course They Do. What Else Do You Think They Do With Traitors? Set Them Free And Tell Them Not To Do It Again?" "no," Said Abe, Just Before He Turned Away. "they Execute Traitors.

You Should Know Better.ʺ ʺiʹve Never Known Better,ʺ He Countered. ʺyou Should Know That.

My Muse Is An Ungrateful Harlot Who’s Abandoned Me To Actually Come Up With My Own Plots.