“What you are is delusional,” Gabriel muttered.
“Delusional? I like it.” Destiny purred.
“When I no longer need to shine a light into this hunk of junk, remind me to deck you, my brother,” Raffe said.
“I’ve been working out, brother.”
“Men,” Destiny said. “Why does it always come down to violence?”
“Habit.” Raffe shrugged.
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