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[Badou wriggles, and there's something in the movement that pleases him, helpless prey caught up in the jaws of a wolf. With slow deliberation, he pulls his arm up further, listening for the strain in his bones, feeling it beneath his fingers. Not enough to break anything, not yet, but the threat of it, the fact that he's capable of it, it's all there in the slow steady pressure he applies.

Again, lips to ear, breath hot against pale skin--]

I'm talking about the white-haired mutt you're always running around with.