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Gia was actually sweating. She may have strained a tendon, but she had finally managed to drag Salvador’s tall and toned form down three turns of the labyrinth—away from Ciro and his spores.
Of all the times to not have super-strength or my normal endurance.
“You know, Sal, those muscles look very nice, but they make you damn heavy,” Gia told the prone body as she stretched her aching back. “Right now, I’m wishing you weren’t quite so…fit.”
He continued to be dead weight, unconscious and handsome. “It would be far more helpful if you resembled your third cousin twice-removed Rodolfo—who was cadaverously thin. Or course, that might have had something to do with the fact he was constantly brewing potions to enhance his powers and a particularly potent one burned most of his stomach li
