"I didn't know your father pimped you out to his friends, Ms. Vitalio," Tristan Caine said quietly from behind her. Morana felt the fear slowly be replaced by fury just at the sound of his voice, the same voice that had tried to scare her last week, the same voice which had recited murder across her skin that first time. The fury magnified at his words but she leashed it. She turned to face him, keeping her voice cool. "Why the formality, especially with the kind of liberties you take?" she spoke in a conversational tone. His eyes narrowed slightly, his face remaining clear of any expression
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