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his man's anger telegraphed too much of his intention. she caught his claws on her chin, the flesh already welting, bruising up the side of her jaw.
there was no hesitation when mireille lunged for him, jaws parted and shoulder ready to deal a heavy blow, as heavy as she could manage. she wanted blood and meat; she wanted the measure of his hide, and in the seawolf blazed a hot and fervent hatred for men and their existence.
he was larger than she, with heavy muscles; mireille was younger, hard-bodied from a life spent in salt and on cliff; her grapple was ready and her eyes burned with challenge.