I was his wife. ‘Your niece, ma’am. Lucy howled as tooth met bone, her arm clamped in the trap of Rhea’s huge canines. ” Brendon was not inclined to be led away from the point. Just what it means. She would be haunted by the visions of their mad faces in her dreams for the next hundred years. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. The poor fellow's half smothered.
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