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21. Speak.

"Yeomorah. Come fourth. You have something that belongs to me. I will have it back." Nothing but silence, still. I was growing impatient, losing what tact I was naturally given. I scraped the wooden floor below me with extended claws. 

         "SPEAK!" I snarled. Muffled cries and whimpers began to pick up, bouncing softly within the walls of the house.

          "Who are you to call me?" The deep creaky voice of Yeomorah drowned the whines that I heard earlier.

           "I am Noxodius. You-"

           "Rhetorical. I don't care who you are. You are worthless. What do you think that you need from me?" I could detect the sneer in his voice.

            "You have my Seraphine. I only want her b

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