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“You are an i***t!” Panther-girl glowered at me through her bars, like my moronic behaviour over Kyle caused her severe offence. “The vampire played you. And you made it easy for her. i***t!”
I couldn’t quite make the ‘yeah, I know’ admittance a verbal one.
“If she didn’t intend to let that one live,”—she flung her arm out to her left and pointed toward Kyle—“he’d never have made it back down here, at all.”
My jaw tightened at her snappy tone.
“She used him ... to get to you.” Her finger swung around, and she jabbed it toward me. “And you let her.” A growl vibrated past her lips.
My eyebrows winged up at the first feral sound she’d made. “What’s it to you, anyway, puss?” I winced at my barked tone, as well as my words. “Why do you care what I do, or don’t, agree to? Or what might
