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I laid my hand against his face, gently, oh, so gently. “How interesting,” I said. It smelled like wolf. From the look on his face I think he wanted to help me, not hinder me.

He was acarbon-copy of Frank Amato. She laughed at that, and blushed a little. “I don’t plan to give you a chance,” said Philip, and quickly he grabbed his sword. She stood and turned her back on me.