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She threw her arms up. “He’s not around to make that decision.”

I played my ace. “Don’t you think He’d have wiped it all out before He left if that was what was in His heart?”

I danced on the inside when I saw her resistance crumble.

“I guess you’re right.” She had a hard time admitting that, her voice slow to mouth the words. I resisted the urge to rub it in. “Yeah, so how about we try to minimize the collateral damage and only burn down five warehouses next time, huh?” I tried to look compassionate. She probably just thought I had gas. “Oh, and maybe lay off Baalth a little bit too. I don’t need his goons pounding my head in every time you decide to go vigilante.”

“Get over it.” She poked my forehead, the knot already gone. “It’s not like they can hurt you.”

That wasn’t entirely accurate. I could be hurt just like anyone else. I still felt pain. I could bleed, break a limb, have my head cracked open, jaw busted; I just healed fast. That, and I can’t be killed by any weapon forged by human hands. I guessed that was what she was talking about. She was still wrong though.

“I just don’t appreciate it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m off to do some good for the world. Are you on your way to visit the Super Friends at the Halls of Justice?”

“The fact you know who the Super Friends are Page 11 frightens me.” I shook my head. “And it’s called work. You should try it sometime.”

Scarlett laughed. “To each their own.” She spun around and gave me a lazy wave as she strutted down the alley.

I can’t say I was sad to see her leave, but I sure liked watching her go, or however that song went. Leather does a body good.