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Or van, I said. Richard's shoulders slumped, and he screamed again. If you had blood-oathed them, they'd have a master right now. I shook my head.

The first sound that came back was the sound of my blood in my ears, the pulse of my own body. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it. He was still writing in his notebook. I stared into his leopard's eyes and felt his beast stretch inside his body, like it was rubbing against the bones of its cage.