Instead of using the code-locked secret tunnel from his garage to his house, Hudson traversed the short stretch of driveway to the kitchen door. “No,” I sputtered, even as my temper crowed Yes! “You’re raring for a fight tonight, aren’t you?” he growled as he wrenched the gearshift into Park. He let out his grumble-sigh-hitching breath, his can’t react don’t react noise. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his jaw tighten as he guided his monstrous red muscle car into the detached garage at the back of his property. It made me edgy and crabby, so when Hudson pulled up to his house, I couldn’t hold in my annoyance. If I were into anthropomorphizing things, I’d say it was angry at being teased with freedom and usage earlier only for me to contain it again. My magic throbbed in my head like an oddly placed toothache. By the time Hudson and I left the office at two, I was ready for some downtime. Lexi headed home to dive into research, and Iskander, Hudson, and I spent the rest of the night planning out the next steps on our active cases.
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