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Clyde’s expression was deadpan. “Don’t you know how exaggerations work?” “This isn’t an ‘exaggeration,’” I hissed. “Or do you not remember her lunging at me with fangs bared? ‘Cause I sure do.” Clyde rolled his eyes, clearly impatient with my hesitance. “And I already told you it’ll be fine. I’m on your side, Safety Patrol. That means a lot among our kin.” I couldn’t help but grimace, though I’d stopped trying to pull free. His hand was so strong, but he was purposefully holding back. I had the feeling that if he wanted to, he’d have no problem dragging me anywhere. Or breaking my hand completely. With shallow breaths, I looked him dead in the eyes, finding a surprising lack of beastly glint. He looked… genuinely sympathetic. “Alright.” My arm went limp as he led me toward the coun
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