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Bodhi came to Xaden’s room bright and early, clutching two cups of coffee.
“Thank fuck,” Xaden said when he opened his door. Before Bodhi could stop him, he grabbed one of the coffee cups and took a long sip. Then he made a face and coughed as if he had been poisoned. Looking like he was going to vomit, Xaden looked at the coffee in his hands and asked, “What the fuck is this?”
Bodhi quickly exchanged the coffee he held for the one Xaden glared at. Sheepishly, he said, “Pumpkin spice latte. Ridoc got me into it.”
Xaden just rolled his eyes and drank what he considered to be actual coffee: black as the shadows he wielded.