05/03/2026 23:23

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I lost my head, a little. The more we made, the more everyone made, though some of us got a higher or lower percentage of our fees. Richard tore me away from Damian's hands, his horror, his memories, and his fear. The thought of him made the scent of forest and fur override everything else.

I was sort of amazed that I'd done that much damage, though. It was as if ma petite slipped into me. That's been bothering me, too. Blake? Negotiation is simple with me, Malcolm.