And relieved. But mostly pissed! He freaking hated sunburns! No, wait, he was relieved more than anything. Augustin could have died out in the desert. Tony narrowed his eyes at the sweat-soaked man. “You didn’t even get a goddamned sunburn!” Augustin threw his hands up. “I’m sorry! I can go back outside and lay in the sand for half an hour, would that make you happy?” “Maybe!” Tony huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, then hissed and uncrossed them. “Is there anywhere I’m not half cooked?” “That would work better as half baked—never mind,” Augustin quickly said. “Stop glaring like that. Your eyes are especially red and creepy.” Tony covered his creepy eyes with his hands. “Jesus, I can’t catch a break. At least I almost staked Chelsea. That’s a plus in this fucked-up day.” Augustin sat up. “Almost? Can you try again?” “No, it was a freak accident when we went through the ceiling. One of the beams broke and a spear of it went through her side.
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