Something else was happening, something darker, something worse. You're right, my nose is healing. It hurt you, he said. I thought about what it had felt like.
Felt the dainty press of the tip of each of those claws, as he held them against my flesh. Five? Jean-Claude, Nathaniel, Micah, and who? Asher and Damian, I said, and my face was nicely empty when I said it. No, but I told you that you needed to eat more. well, you get the idea.
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