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Hannibal Lecter, my personal god, has nothing on us. As they wheel me to my own vehicle, I squeal a high-pitched, “Weeeee!” My regina is going the same place as us and that’s the only reason for my good mood. They’ve captured her for us and I’m thinking of sending someone flowers for it. The monster wrangler grabs the doors to my new truck and I can just make out a white-toothed grin through the mesh. Before he slams the heavy metal shut, he mutters, “Good to see you alive and kicking, Sav.” Not for long, it won’t be.
