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It was always nothing. But one of these times, it might be something. A grimwolf or a bear or a vampire deer or, worse, a man.
It is a man’s world in which we live, Skraeda, her queen had told her, in that calming voice of hers. Let them think us lambs, when truly, we are wolves.
That man needs to hug a baby or pat a dog, she thought.
“Because it takes a small man to be ruled by fear and a large one to show mercy. And anyone can see you are no small man.”
“What, this?” asked Rey, flicking a wrist. In the blink of an eye, his smoke shattered into twenty-two tangled wisps that pulsed and thickened, embers snapping within. “This is death coming for you.”
She was clever, his girl. A survivor. Not your girl, he chastised himself. The fight, the vakandi leaves must be going to his head.
“I suppose it wouldn’t kill me if you wanted to hum,” Rey said
What if safety was not a place, but a person?
