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"We have,” Andy says, “an arrangement.”
“Those weren’t humans, Andy.” Annoyed, Nile mimics the action. “One of them was throwing fastballs with fire.”
“Anything can die if you try hard enough.”
“When were you planning on telling me that magic is real?” Nile looks around the busy London street. In the distance, she knows a warehouse is dealing with some unusual fires and a pile of dead mercenaries. She touches the cleaned combat knife she has sheathed by her side, hidden by her jacket. What’s coming next?
Andy shrugs. She drinks her coffee.
“Oh my god.”
“Don’t push your luck.”