Barabas opened the glass door and stepped into the gym, his eyes tracking the movement of my swords. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but sometimes you scare me, Kate.” “Barabas, you grow two-inch claws and can bench-press a Shetland pony. And you find me scary?” He nodded. “And I work with some very scary people. That should tell you something. How do you not cut yourself?”
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