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What threat does a child impose? None. Hearing Malore’s foolish promise of gutting me like a fish and skinning me alive was music to my ears. More so, his implicit rage the second he heard Selene. What ran through his mind when he caught her soft gasp, both frightened and unexpected?
I’d be curious. Malore? He lost it, spewing nonsense about the end of my regime. It’d be a cold day in hell before that happened.
“Pass the salt,” Chester grumbled, stabbing with irritation at his protein-filled egg whites. For a boy who prided himself on stealth during torture, he sure focused on building muscles.
I watched Selene eye the shaker in front of her. Then, she saw everyone else was preoccupied. I raised the coffee to my lips when she glanced at me. With slight reluctance,
