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That was the thing that brought me back around. She wasn't getting anything out of us other than companionship.
"Give her some space, okay? I'll check on her tomorrow," Sorrel said, patting my leg.
I nodded and summoned a plate from the kitchen, floating it directly beneath Sorrel's drippy sandwich.
"You know what? You make me feel like a real slob," he snapped, dropping the sandwich onto the plate and plucking it from the air. His double rose up and stomped out to the kitchen, grabbing another napkin.
"I feel like the mayonnaise is doing that, not me," I countered, smirking slightly when he reached out swat me. I backed away just in time and swatted him instead.
A green spark singed my shoulder and I yelped, jumping up from the couch and patting at my arm, only to realize it wasn't real. Just one of his little traps. Hunters were the worst.
I glared down at his smug face before taking my seat once more. "Asshole."
He shrugged and scooped up his sandwich, taking a messy bite and grinning at me, his mouth full of sandwich. "Yeah, but you clean up after me, so what does that make you?"
"If you're implying that I'm your toilet paper, I'm going to hex you into next week."
Sorrel grinned widely. "See you next Tuesday, I guess…"
I reached over and shoved him down onto the couch, laughing when he popped back up immediately.
There was apparently no foul mood Sorrel couldn't improve. I only hoped he could work that same magic on Zelle so I could apologize.
