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“I’m one of you,” Sawyer finished.
“No way in hell,” Jimmy returned as he climbed to his feet.
“Her magic made you stop. Would it have if I were evil? If you were actually supposed to kill me? Not that you could, but if I have to keep flicking you off, I might hurt you.”
“Nothing can hurt me.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Let’s see what you got.”
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nbsp; “No.” I stepped between them again, setting one hand on Jimmy’s chest, ignoring the dual sensations of “ick” from all the blood and “yum” from all the muscles. “He’s dangerous.
Jimmy lifted his chin. “So am I.”
“Not like him.”
Jimmy stared Sawyer up and down—which was pretty easy considering he still wore nothing but tattoos—sneering a bit at the snake inked on his penis. “Is that a joke?” he asked.
Sawyer smirked.
“He’s a skinwalker,” I repeated.
“A shifter. So what?”
“If he was just a shifter, he’d be ashes. He can change into anything with the use of his robe.”
“Robe?” Jimmy gave Sawyer another scornful once over. “Did it burn off?”
“My skin is my robe,” Sawyer murmured. And he could become any of the beasts that he wore there.
“He was created in fire, birthed of smoke,” I continued. “He controls the lightning. He can bring the storm.”
“How do we kill him?” Jimmy asked.
“He’s one of the most powerful sorcerers ever known. There is no killing him.”
Jimmy’s eyes widened. “Everything that breathes can die.”
“Everything but him.”
“Why would Ruthie—” he began.
“She didn’t,” Sawyer interrupted. “This was your test, boy. You failed.”
“Failed?” Jimmy waved at Sawyer’s still-bloody chest. “I got you.”
“Not as good as I got you.”
Honestly. I gave a mental eye roll. Men. Boys. Ancient supernatural creatures. The only difference was the size of their—
Jimmy’s switchblade suddenly appeared once more in his hand. He must have palmed it while still on the ground. I was impressed. Annoyed as hell. But also impressed.
He flicked his wrist, and the dying sun sparked off the edge as it opened. “Let’s go again.”
“No,” I said, and when Jimmy moved, I growled, the sound surprising him enough to make him pause. “Do not make me spray you.”
