My iPod rumbles again. It's not actually an iPod. It doesn't play any music and the earbuds are just for show. It's a gadget that Sandor put together in his lab. It's my Mogadorian detector. I call it my iMog.
Pittacus LoreI canโt help blushing and looking down at my feet. โIt was nothing.โ โIt was literally everything to me.โ I look up, putting on my best version of Eightโs teasing smile. โIn that case, I think I deserve more than a gross hot dog.โ Eight clasps his hands across his chest like Iโve wounded him. โYouโre right! Iโm a fool to think my life could be traded for a hot dog.โ He grabs my hand and gets down on one knee, pressing his forehead to the back of my hand. โMy savior, what can I ever do to repay you?
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