#Chapter20
/"If I did,/" he said, plucking the thing up, placing it where it belonged, /"I wouldn't sell one to you./"
/"Why not?/" I protested. It came out more whiny than I anticipated. Loud enough for cardigan lady to look up. She eyed me up, her eyes raking me up and down. I shot her a dirty look, lip curling in response. I fucking hated old people.
/"Because I have a feeling that if I did give you one, I would be waking up with unexplained back pain and broken legs./"
I smirked at that. /"You think so lowly of me, wonder boy?/"
Quirking a brow at the nickname, the freak only nodded.
/"Fine. Got any spells to give somebody magical STD's? If I give Blake crabs, I could probably convince my brother to break up with him./"
But then again, Blake would have probably been able to convince him that they were just nits that were taking a vacation down south. The silver-tongued bastard had the ability to convince my brother of anything.
