“And count your blessings, seal, because I have no more patience for your attitude, your misplaced anger, or your fucking suspicion. The next time you cross me, I’ll tear the breath from your lungs.” He tightened his grip, conjuring just enough magic to make Nico sputter and wheeze. “Have I been heard?” Nico gritted his teeth. His cheeks were blush-bitten and apple-red, pupils blown into black saucers. “What’ve you done to me?” he asked, voice hushed and ragged. He didn’t struggle. Didn’t try to get away or fight back. Instead, he ran his hand along the outside of Ethan’s shin—an absent,
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