True North: Paranormal Reverse Harem
said Marek with a hint of admiration in his tone.
“Bite me, iceman.” The words were rude, but he grinned fiercely at Marek as Kriss said them.
A moment later, Marek held a blade similar to Kriss’s, though it seemed to be crafted from some black metal-like obsidian. It wasn’t obsidian though, because it gleamed and sparkled in the light, and even from a few feet away, she could see how sharp its point was.
“Get in the van,” said Eamon, taking her hand to pull her closer to the vehicle.
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