The Beta's Daughter
Gedeon was on our side.
I grinned, but tried to twist it into a cold, savage smirk. I raised my eyebrows, and it was Gedeon’s turn to duck as I reached for him, my nails curved into claws. I relished in the push and pull of my muscles, the luxurious feel of my limbs working together, stretching and compressing and jabbing and scraping.
Then a fist collided with my mouth, and I could taste the salt, the rust, of it in my mouth. I swallowed heavily, tasting the remnants of stale coffee with the tang of my own blood.
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