You’ve no idea what it’s like, boy,’ he hissed, hands in fists. ‘You are young. The sacrament still sates you. You do not know what it is to lie awake and feel the sangirè inside you, spreading like flame. But you will. Already you hear that whisper, gentle as spring rains, but oh, it grows, boy. It grows with every sunset until its scream is all you can hear.’ “‘She was pregnant, you bastard!’ “Talon dragged his fingernails across his stubbled scalp, a snarl at his lips. He took a step toward me, and every inch of me bristled with threat. The beast I was prowled back and forth behind the cage
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