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Trespassing for an Apple
“I mean, you have to wear something under those godawful musty robes...”
“Bloomers?” Puck chimed in. Samael somehow half-Nelsoned us both, ignoring my human fragility. He stuffed the bra in Puck's face.
“Another word, goat, and it's off with your rump,” Samael said through gritted teeth.
“But I come bearing loathsome news!” the muffled satyr lowed.
Samael sighed heavily. “Spit it out.”
Puck did. “Fie. May carbuncles bloom on your bum!” He wriggled free of Samael's grip. “The Prince holds court in the tavern. Nary a sight's spared the gaze of thy twin.”
Samael froze, grip digging in to me. “What?” he growled. “Michael is at Damien's?”
“Rosy, Pox-Lord.”
“Necrosis and gout,” Samael cursed. Smoke steamed from his ears. Squ
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