The Artist and the Hunter 17 Apparently, as rich as the Fowls were, they did not have a back-up generator."I have been meaning to instal one," Artemis grumble as they walked tentatively down a dark hallway to the garage, using Artemis's cell phone for light, "but Mother was worried about the ramifications it would have on our carbon footprint.""Your mom's really serious about that kinda stuff, huh?" Victoria mused, sticking close behind Artemis so she wouldn't get lost."Obnoxiously so." Artemis agreed. He looked over his shoulder at her, the blue luminescence from the phone outlining his slim cheekbones. "Does your mother never irk you?""Oh, sure," the redhe
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