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I don’t know!
She would have laughed if she could find any humor in her condition. Instead, there is only residual fear building quickly to gunfire.
“You don’t know yourself,” Ayovi hikes her chin, wresting the threads of control from his slackening fangs. For the first time his face glazes with something more vulnerable— confusion. She stands as a kootsin warrior and pushes for the entrance.
“I see now. You believe mating me will give you an identity. I pity you, Faust. Step aside,” the gentle voice is now rich with command.