I knew that, but I'd spent so much time among the shapeshifters, that I just sort of forgot. Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, and he gazed back down at me, and with each word, sanity filled his eyes, his face, him. We got a couple of good blows in, enough to make Nathaniel shiver in his chains. He looked instantly more comfortable, and less trustworthy.
His fur was dry, like it always is, like magic. A circle that went lower going in and higher coming out, so that he touched all of me, but not all at the same time. A night with both of them? I asked. Now, ma petite, not the sex, though I do not lightly share you, no matter how reasonable I seem.
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