FANGS
But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now.
No, not teeth.
Fangs!
Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.
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