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“f**k. What’s going on?”
Toni paced back and forth in the cage before leaning against the bars and angling her head to try and see down the side of the cage opposite. They’d taken Darce that way in cuffs. The blonde b***h following with a smile like the cat that had gotten the damn cream.
But that had been hours ago. Or felt like it anyway. Probably nearer an hour.
“f**k!”
She snarled, slammed her hands into the bars, and pushed off them to pace around the cage again. Her claws had sprouted in her anger but they ached like a b***h. A scowl twisting her features, she rubbed at her fingers and tried to get them to retract. But they weren’t playing ball, not even when she pressed down on the floor with the tips—a trick she’d used in the past. Instead they throbbed in complaint, a refr
