“They’re not late. They’re making us wait to prove a point,” he said without looking up. “What point is that? That they’re late and wasting our damn time?” I kept my voice low, barely above a whisper, to avoid any nearby shifters from making out our conversation, but I could see my breath in the air. “They’re in control. It’s a power move.” He shrugged, eating another apple slice. “Comparing dick size is no longer considered an acceptable power move, huh?” “They’d lose,” he said with a grin, flicking a seed away. I chuckled. “Whatever they need to do to convince themselves. I just wish they’d
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