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Demos looks incredulous, his sharp teeth glistening with drool. Openmouthed, all he can do is gape at me.
I roll my eyes. [It’s got to be an inside job, yes? THINK, Demos. You are clever. Use that big brain of yours. You are a level above me. You are my kohai.]
[True, which means I get to correct and cuff you when you’re talking nonsense.]
I plant my feet on the glowing mosaic. [Just hear me out. If I’m wrong, you can claw me to bits.]
With a huff, Demo ...
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