blocks Tessa

Tessa clicked her tongue. “Don’t trouble yourself with such questions, little man. You won’t have them for very much longer.”
“Oh, God,” Harvey said.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I said. “Walk away and I won’t call the Orkin man.”
In reply she lifted an insect leg and hissed a word. A shaft of rotten-looking greenish light streaked toward my shield. I gritted my teeth and held it steady, turning back the attack, feeling the strain of holding the shield beginning to build.


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