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Saturday Night in Emergency
Nat took the bucket away, about to vanish the vomit (that was smoking slightly) when she asked, “Did you have the spaghetti for dinner?”
“Can you take your shirt off for me?”
Marksmen stared at her as if she should be locked in the Janus Thickey Ward; which was dedicated to those who had suffered from permanent spell damage, most being clinically insane. It was not a look that she liked; but it wasn’t completely unfamiliar either, Nat realised worriedly.
Pat's Birthday Party
“Pepper-up doesn’t seem to quite do it for Moskva.”
"I am dripping in placenta! Somebody get me a coffee and some fresh scrubs, stat."
Flirting With Falcons
“Okay, Callahan. Spill it.” Gabriella cocked a hip. “I have been at your side for two hours and eighteen minutes, and trust me… you’re in something of a mood.”
Admissions and Departures
“What will you give me in return?”
Kenmare Kestrels vs Falmouth Falcons
James, far too intrigued, asked, “What happened at healer school?”
“He’s old enough to be-”
Accident and Emergency
“D’you just look for opportunities to take your shirt off?”
Darkest Before Dawn
“I really thought he was going to make it, too... That was a hard conversation to have with his parents…"
“You. Look. Gorgeous.”
A Touch Of Transcendence
“I think I’ve made a breakthrough.”
Healing in High Heels
"Damn, Damn." Kyle muttered.
Skeletons At The Feast
Nat said slyly, “I really hope the story of your granddaughter’s wedding won’t involve the dance you and old Mr Murphy used to perform at parties before he threw his hip at Fergus and Maria’s Silver Wedding Anniversary.”
Talons and Tea Leaves
Nat was done with leaving things unsaid.
“Why is he bleeding?”
“I’m not frisking you on my wedding day, Wolff.”
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