He was shaking his head. My power, my magic, my heart, my soul, everything was there for the taking in one soft brush of lips. My beast reacted to it, screaming and clawing, going wild. She was quiet for a second or two, while she thought, or prayed, or whatever she did to make the cards talk to her.
I was suddenly very aware of the two of them pressed on either side of me. Then whose? My surmise is Malcolm. He is at a bar. Buzz was yelling, Primo, Primo, stop fighting back.
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