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"Damn it all to hell!" Jenks rose, touching the back of his head when it probably protested at the quick motion. "Stupid pixy. Stupid green-assed, moss-wipe, thump up my ass pixy!" . . . "Tagged by a whiny little vamp," he said, gesturing. "Rache, take this sword and stick it in me. Just stick it in me . . . "Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out of my mouth."

Ehehehe!!

Irritation filled me, and I unfolded it to find one of her Brimstone cookies. "Damn it, Jenks!" I hissed, folding it up and glancing at the passing people. "You want to see me in jail?"
He smirked. "Then eat it and get rid of the evidence. Tink's a Disney whore, Rache, you're worse than my kids. You need it. It's medicinal. Just eat the damned cookie

Yes, Rachel, eat the damned cookie! ;)

I am SERIOUSLY over the Rachel and Ivy drama . . .

Annoyance sifted through me, the jolts from my steps going all the way up my spine. "I can take care of myself," I said, not caring that Nick was listening.

"I can take care of myself too," she said. "But if I'm making an ass out of myself, I'd hope you'd stop me."

Gotta love tough love ;) Tell her, Ivy. TELL HER.

Jenks had said he was eighteen, and he looked it. A very athletic eighteen . . . His wings were gone, leaving only wide shoulders and the lean muscles that had once supported them . . . I'm choosing to believe this means swimmers' shoulders ;) . . . His incredibly defined abs were smooth and perfect . . . Every part of him was lean with a long strength.

Big Jenks is my FAVORITE.

Sure, there were the nasty spells that would turn your neighbor's barking dog inside out, strike your fourth-grade teacher with agony, or call down a flaming ball of hell to smack the guy tailgating you, but there were softer spells too. Ones I couldn't see harm in, spells that did the same things many of my eminently legal earth charms did. And that's what scared me the most.

And so it begins . . .