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Sure enough, the fierce little boy was Rosalyn's (and Erzulie's; interesting) and Vercingetorix grinned at him. I'm sure you do, goufa, he remarked. You're doing a hell of a job so far, from what I can see. He didn't lack for courage, nor enthusiasm, that was for sure.

He backed away, dropping into a play bow, his long forelimbs stretched out ahead of him in the sand. Y'know how to fight? Verx drawled, baring his teeth a little. C'mon, take me down, dude.

Even as his spirits felt lighter, his chest felt tighter, as it could have been (should have been) Dragomir instead of Reyes in front of him. Instead, here he was on this stupid beach, playing with someone else's kid. What the fuck was he doing? Why was he here, serving as alpha goddamn fucking male of Rusalka?