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Awry
The Archers of Avalon 2
by Chelsea Fine
~Nate's Rules~Wearing two sweatshirts, a scarf, and mittens, Nate looked like he was ready to go sledding.He clasped his hands together. "Okay, new rule. No more fighting in the living room amidst the expensive furniture and breakable windows. I'd rather not let in any additional cold drafts, on the slight chance our immortality doesn't extend to hypothermia."Gabriel rolled his eyes."Dude," Nate said, tightening his scarf. "It's freezing in here. We're immortals, not snowmen. On, and also?" He looked at Tristan and shrugged. "No more sneaking away with deadly, immortal-killing weapons with the intention of, I dunno, dying." Nate held up his mitten-clad hands. "Nobody approves."Tristan crossed his arms again."Okay." Nate took a deep breath. "Now that we're all caught up on the new no-no's of the house, what do you say we find a tarp and some duct tape and MacGyver ourselves a new window in the living room? Just, you know, to keep out the wind…and the leaves…and any sharp-toothed woodland creatures prone to attacking people in their sleep.Tristan raised a brow."What?" Nate shrugged. "Death by dragon? Awesome. Death by rabid forest squirrel? Not cool, man. Not cool.""You're immortal, Nate," Gabriel said."So? That doesn't mean I want rabies."
