I glanced at Edward. Of course, Olaf was off to one side with Dallas. It makes a fine paperweight, but that's about it unless you know what to do with it. Edward had been hunting preternatural bad guys years longer than I had.
No, he'll be at Dallas's, if that's where he is at all. I stared at that skull trapped under dry parchment skin. What about the other guy? Olaf. He stared at me with dull eyes.
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