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Normally, Levi would have said that Brandon McAllister seemed like a level-headed enough person, but at the moment his blue-gray eyes were practically shooting sparks. “You want to do what? Are you all out of your minds?”
They sat in the living room at Angela and Connor’s home. After Levi had contacted the prima and primus, and given a report on his experiments from earlier that morning, they’d sounded cautiously optimistic, but said they thought it was probably a good idea to have a meeting that included Brandon, partly because he’d been tasked with keeping an eye on his younger sister, and partly because, as Connor added, an amused note in his voice, “There isn’t anyone in the clan better suited to driving a getaway car.”
Not that Connor looked amused now. No, he stood by the hearth
