Twelve-4

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Kai watched as Frankie's companions moved away. Then he jumped down to join him in the alley. “Remarkable. A mongrel with a sense of self-preservation.” His voice startled Frankie and caused him to spin around. “Shit.” Frankie's face started to change. “I would control that, if I were you.” Kai referred to the mongrel's facial disfigurement in response to the urge to feed or fight. “If you stop now, your death will be quick and easy,” he said, reveling in the cruelty of the request. With effort and a lot of deep breathing, Frankie managed to stop the metamorphosis, unwittingly further impressing his tormentor. “That is rare. Did you know that?” Frankie, although visibly distressed, shook his head. He'd started backing up, unfortunately he was going in the wrong direction, and the wal

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