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... nced he'd misheard.

"Wait... what did you just say? Did you seriously ask me to take care of someone?"

Max didn't flinch. He just stared straight ahead, eyes locked on Steven, waiting for a response.

"Hey, you've got to be careful with how you say stuff like that," Steven muttered, glancing around the empty gym out of instinct. "You say something like that, and it almost sounds like you want me to..." He lowered his voice. "Kill someone."

That made Max laugh, and ...

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