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Andromache laughed.

His claws were at her throat and she felt her pulse there, under them, and she had never felt so alive. No man has had that pleasure, A marriage unconsummated; a terrible, scandalous thing. She wore it proudly. There was no reason to hide any longer. Her voice was low as she went on. What makes you worthy of being the first?

Her eyes held his, unwavering, knowing that he would not have her, just as his brother had not. A soft touch, a kind word, a well-placed silence; these were the things Andromache desired in a man. Faustus spoke too much and too loudly, and the tangle of his claws in her fur held an undertone of violence. If he wanted her, he would have to try harder than this.