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Whip's submission pleased Kalika. She took a deep breath and released the air she was holding in her chest, though she remained high in posture. Good, she said, her voice low, I don't want to have this discussion again. And Kalika knew that she wouldn't have to, for if she ever felt the rage that she did in that moment again, then she would take his life before he could sigh his plea.

She walked around him in a smooth curve, ready to find her way back to the coast. There were things to discuss with the Mothers that could wait no longer.