Page 27 of Beautiful Defiance

“Fine. Have it your way.”

“I will. My way suits me.”

“Whatever, Misery.”

“That’s Safari to you, Mister Stick-Up-My-Ass.”

“Who’s the immature one now?”

She points at the front door. “Get out, Seven. You saved my life. I returned what I borrowed. We’re even.”

I grab my stuff and stomp out of her place.

Even?

Not by a long shot.

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