Randy sniffed a sound of outright distaste and Arius looked over, suddenly bright-eyed. He assessed Randy quickly and then laughed. He tilted his head in Lyle’s direction, but didn’t look at Lyle directly. “The flutterfly is right. It doesn’t really hurt. Not at all, actually.” He flipped a large piece of glass off the coffee table with a single, exaggerated flick; it fell with a perky tinkle and clatter, and Arius perched on the corner of the table and crossed his legs. “It does, however, piss me the f**k off.”
Hannah began to cry, and although she seemed to be making every attempt to keep it soundless, she couldn’t quite pull it off. Vaughn looked torn between the urge to drop to her side and the need to remain immobile. “Let the boy go,” Vaughn said. “Isaac has done nothing to you.”
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