Worried, I took two steps back. Was Magic carrying one now?
“Who takes a missile launcher to a ghost hunt and tries to shoot the fucker?” someone else called.
Holy crap. Magic should be locked up.
“The cops didn’t press charges, and I was shooting at a demon threatening my girl!” Magic snapped.
Oh, that just made everything okay!
“Did my leaving break you?” I whispered.
Magic’s head twisted towards me. “What?”
“I think I fucked you up. I mean, seriously, who does such actions?”
“They are perfectly logical!” Magic retorted.
My eyes widened. “Nuh huh.”
“Whose kid runs around with a flamethrower?” he demanded.
“Jesper’s a kid. Those things are expected!” I stated.
Somebody snorted. “Not really, love.”
“Hush your mouth. Ten-year-old children find trouble.”
“And dyes someone’s hair green?” Magic shot back.
“Jesper’s creative.”
“Darlin’, those terrors shot water bombs, filed down Nerf bullets, and shouted abuse. Don’t cast stones when you live in a glass house,” Magic gloated.
“They are kids! And were raised in an MC,” I defended. “Their actions are perfectly normal.”
“For psychopaths.” Magic smirked.
“Says the adult one. All children are psychopaths until they mature. That’s why they can’t be diagnosed before eighteen. Their personality doesn’t fully form and settle until adulthood. My kids have excuses, what’s yours?”
“Never grew up!” Magic shot back.
I raked him up and down and snorted. “All six foot seven of you disagree.”
“Mentally,” Magic retorted.
“Oh, I agree there!” I exclaimed.
“A ten-year-old had a flamethrower? Who gave him that?” someone asked.
“Jesper discovered it and made it work. I’m a responsible parent! I ensure he uses it away from people.”
“Jesper aimed it at me!” Magic bellowed.
“Because you were threatening me!” I yelled, amused.
“How the heck was I threatening you? I came to return the key you needed!” Magic spat out.
“They thought you wanted to date me. By the way, can I have that key?”
