Taurus turned his massive bull head toward her, nostrils flaring in anger at being addressed by a woman. "You will be silent, wench!" he bellowed, spittle flying from his bovine mouth. "Know that your place is beneath my hooves!" His eyes, small and mean, narrowed as he looked her up and down with contempt. "You are nothing but an appetizer to me." The threat hung in the air for barely a second before Emma moved. To most observers, it appeared as though she hadn't moved at all—one moment she was seated, seemingly tensed for action, and the next, Taurus was making a strange, strangled noise. Only Steve, with his enhanced reflexes, caught the blur of her hand, the flick of her wrist, the tiny projectile that flew with deadly accuracy. The minotaur's eyes widened in sudden panic as his massive frame went rigid. One of his hands twitched feebly before freezing in place. The needle—so small as to be nearly invisible—had struck with surgical precision at the junction of his neck and sho
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