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Warmer Together, This Car's Not Leather
“Enough. I'm done being your punching bag.” He rose and caught me as he rocketed upwards. The land healed below us, stone creaking back in place as if nothing had happened. He set me down gingerly.
“Sniffling isn't threatening, Callie.”
I gave him a withering glance. He dusted debris from my shoulder. I realized hazily that I was still in my track suit, feeling incredibly under-dressed. Samael's eyes lit up in comprehension.
“I can fix that,” he said sagely.
“I didn't ask for-”
He snapped his fingers. Aghast, I found my worn sweatpants and Under Armour replaced by a Playboy bunny suit. Samael sported a Hugh Hefner-esque bathrobe and silken black pajamas. He grinned sleazily.
“Are you kidding me?” I said flatly.
“There,” he said proudly. “Now you're intimidating. Even angels f
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