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“So let me get this straight,” Uncle Leroy said.
We stood where the edge of the gates to the underworld had been. But the gate had closed and the fire disappeared, replaced by lashing snow.
“Your old boy kilt himself to protect the city from the demon king, BECAME the demon king, and now his black ass is loose and about to start some s**t. That right?”
“That's right,” I said.
“You sho’ do know how to pick ‘em, girl,” Uncle Leroy said. “I never liked that nigga.”
Uncle Leroy had only met him once. And I was pretty sure he was high.
He had no right to judge.
I was mad at myself for defending L’Dante when I knew deep down that I couldn't defend him.
“Let's focus,” I said.
“Yeah, let's focus on your crazy fiancé,” Uncle Leroy said. “We don't know what that boy about to do.”
He st
