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There was a blur of motion as blunt, powerful fingers took my chin and jerked my head to the side. In the same instant, Seven’s hand wrapped around the vampire’s wrist. Hubbard’s cold glance touched my neck, taking in the scar there. For once I wished Françoise had outfitted me with the largest ruff she could find. He exhaled in an icy gust smelling of cinnabar and fir before his wide mouth tightened, the edges of his lips turning from pale peach to white. “We have a problem, Master Roydon,” said Hubbard. “We have several, Father Hubbard. The first is that you have your hands on something that belongs to me. If you don’t remove them, I’ll tear this den to pieces before sunrise. What happens afterward will make every creature in the city—daemon, human, wearh, and witch—think the end of d
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