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“God has given me the remote control of my life in my hands; that's why no anyone can manipulate my life. It is up to me that, how I run my life until I do not sell that to others.”

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“He muttered something foul and then climbed the stairs, rapping twice on Timmie’s door. “Right, then, mate, terribly sorry for my unspeakable rudeness, and I do beg your pardon,” he said with admirable humbleness when Timmie cracked it open. Only I could pick up the slight edge to his voice as he went on. “I can only say that it was caused by my natural affront to the notion of her as my sister. Since I’ll be shagging her tonight, you can imagine how I’d be distressed at the thought of rogering my sibling.” “You schmuck!” I burst as Timmie’s jaw dropped. “The only thing you’ll be shagging tonight is yourself!” “You wanted sincerity,” he countered. “Well, luv, I was sincere.”

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“I got into the car, forcing back a gag as the closed interior made the stench worse. Maximus quickly sped us away. After a few minutes, he took the blackened chunk out of his coat and plunked it onto my lap with a muttered “Here.” I couldn’t help it—I shrieked. He slammed on the brakes, causing the thing to hit the windshield with a splat. I shrieked again when it smacked back onto my lap, smearing my pants with soot and thicker, grosser things. He looked around, one hand on the wheel, another holding a large silver knife. “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” I repeated, days of pent-up grief and stress making my voice shrill. “You slapped a smoldering body part onto me without even a warning, that’s what’s wrong!” His brows drew together. “But you asked me to get that.” “I know I did!”

“I began to mime at Maximus that we needed to stop Vlad, but he clapped a hand over my mouth, tightening it when I grunted. “That’s terrible,” he said, rolling down the car window with his other hand. Traffic noises soon merged with my grunts, muffling them. If he hadn’t saved my life twice in the past week, I would’ve taken off my gloves and dosed him with enough electricity to make him glow, but he had so all I did was glare. Well, that and I bit him. He deserved it. “Yes, tragic,” Vlad said, sounding bored this time. “Meet me in Atlanta tomorrow. We’ll fly from there to Gretchen’s.” “That might be difficult,” Maximus replied, flashing his fangs at me when I continued to chomp on the fleshy part of his hand. I took that as Keep it up and I’ll bite you back so I stopped after one final, angry nip.”