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... I will break your fucking neck, Ironfang."
It is comical. I could pick her up and throw her across the room like insect. I could crush her throat with half a thought. I could freeze the blood in her veins with one stare. I could think of a million ways I could kill the tiny woman for touching me, for putting me on my damned back. It is almost comical, just thinking of it.
Until it isn’t.
Because she catches my bottom lip and bites me. I go still. Her pink tongue darts out ...
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