“I can feel your fear, sweetness. Let it go. I’m your knife now. You chose me when you gave me your gorgeous little bite. Anyone who dares hurt you won’t live long enough to regret it, starting with the alphas who tried to take you from us. Tell me whose hand left those bruises and which fingers stroked what wasn’t theirs to touch. Let your knife slice them off one by one and present them to you.”
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