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Scimitar was having none of it. He shoved past, refuting her request for time alone with a growled order. Bazi rushed to catch up, her face transformed by the venom that had suddenly materialized in her throat. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do," she snarled, aiming a sharp bite at her mate's cheek as she passed him, pace switching from brisk trot to canter.