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“That’s it?”
“Would you prefer an argument?”
“Honestly? That’s what I’m used to.”
His expression darkens, but the anger isn’t directed at me.
“Then the men you have known are fools.”
I swallow.
“Well, at least we agree on something.”
He extends his hand.
“Come.”
I eye it suspiciously.
“Where?”
“Somewhere warm.”
“Are you inviting me to your place? Because I’m pretty sure your place just exploded.”
His gaze flicks toward the shattered pedestal.
“A temporary inconvenience.”
“Right. Well, I appreciate the offer, but I have an apartment, and I should probably get home.”
“Then I shall accompany you.”
“Oh, absolutely not.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know you.”
“You know my name.”
“That’s not the same thing!”
“You know I am a god.”
“Allegedly. You could also be an escapee from a mental hospital…or maybe I’m the one that should be in a mental hospital.” I frown.
“You know I can heal your wounds.”
“Fine. That’s a strong point in your favor.”
“And you know I will not harm you.”
I hesitate.
Do I?
