I almost asked if he'd hunted down the man who beat him and his brother, but I didn't. She lived in Tennessee and was the vargamor for the Oak Tree Clan. It was thicker than it used to be, but most of the additions were things that would keep me out of jail and wouldn't do a damn thing for Avery's health. What would you have of me, my lady? My voice came breathy, but clear.
Funny, how you don't think you've memorized something until you hear it, and realize you have. Beans and wienies, I said, what the fuck does that mean? Dick and balls, he said, with a tone that implied everyone knew that. Or at least the ones I meet get cranky about it. That one smile was worth a lot more than hand-holding to me.
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