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Mikki
Oh, good God, teasing that Neanderthal was way too much fun.
At first I hadn’t understood the complexities of what Trax was doing with Surnen. The doctor seemed to be a hard-ass—in more ways than one—and needed to be nudged out of what appeared to be a strict routine. My presence must have messed with that, and the guy wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Trax had prodded him into action, threatening to claim me as his own.
Yeah, right. Surnen had zero intentions of handing me over to Trax or anyone. I smiled inwardly because while he seemed a tough nut to crack, goading and teasing did the job. Trax hadn’t been mean about it. Subtle psychology at work. I was impressed. Hearing Trax’s whispered words about taunting the beast and enjoying his fury was quiet reassurance that made
