Oz pulled a face at both of them. The teasing here was really too much. Christabel's is it beyond you and the tone of Porphyria's voice when she chimed in was galling, and he ought to have left them both to stew in their helpless rage. He'd talked himself too far into this hole to just back out now, though. If he flatly refused them, they'd make fun of him for a lack of ability.

"Well, just draw up a list of demands, then," he replied sarcastically. "Canvass the rest of the vengeful spinsters of the country while you're at it. Merlin knows I have nothing better to do with my time than help scratch your itch for macabre news."

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