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Not my head! The—

He stopped and drew his mouth tight as his eyes fixed on her. It had taken a moment for the stranger's words to sink in. It would take longer for him to mull them over. Swift was conflicted; not because he wondered whether to believe her or not but because two parts of himself quarrelled with whether to feel afraid or intrigued.

Glancing sideways, the pup almost gave in to the sensibility to be unsettled by the implied threat, but then his expression opened and he leaned forward.

Yup.

Tell me!