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She watched warily as myriad expressions flickered across his face. She saw the moment when any thought of fighting her for the kill fled him. Masquerade let out a breath of relief.

How about I take all the organs and you can have the rest? she proposed after a moment’s deliberation, aware that she never would’ve caught a meal if not for his unwitting assistance.

While she waited his response, she openly studied him. He looked to be her own age, with a build similar to her own (when she wasn’t very pregnant, that was). Masque noted some old wounds, most notably a split lip. She wondered if he was a scrapper. Then she wondered about his name and whether he might be in search of a place to call home.