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faust's eyes narrowed slightly, sharp and unimpressed. does she think he's stupid?
i know, he said flatly, shifting his weight as he sized her up. tall, sturdy, unshaken by his glare. she wasn't some lost girl stumbling through his hunting grounds—she was here for a reason.
faust, he offered, his name curt and simple, like he wasn’t in the mood for introductions but was humoring her all the same.
his gaze flicked to the oxen carcass, then back to her. you live nearby, he echoed, voice laced with skepticism. how close? he didn’t like surprises, and he sure as hell didn’t like unknown neighbors sniffing around his kills.