Lennon groans softly. “Impossible to deal with.” ‘He’s lucky I like a challenge.’ ’I dare you to tell him.’ ‘Wh- no.’ ‘Then I will.’ ‘Khonsu, don’t you-‘ ‘Hell yes I dare.’ Khonsu had made Lennon’s eyes to flash silver whenever he was talking to her.
Carra smiles and holds his hand. “And neither can a con.”
Zenith grunts softly and tearing fabric can be heard. “Well shoot. I’ve really done it this time.”