You argued your way into this operation, I hope you don't regret that. I'd thought he loathed his beast, but it was more than that. I could still taste Avery. My pulse was choking me.
He hadn't fed tonight. I wouldn't help him torture, wouldn't help him rape. Nothing, just glad for once that it wasn't me twisting in the seat. Is Primo like some kind of Trojan horse? he asked, and him asking that made me think better of him, lots better.
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