The Hunt
Marchessa looked at Izzy with a gleam of hatred, her eyes shooting darts.
“Many a shifter has met an unfortunate accident in Daikon. I would hate for that to happen to you,” Marchessa said, looking in Izzy’s eyes as she spoke.
“Oh dear, either you do speak to outsiders or you no longer consider me one, whichever the cast may be, I am pleased to see you no longer need to use a thirteen year old to relay your message. That must be exhausting,” Izzy said as she leaned against the table watching Marchessa. She took a bite of her roll and chewed slowly, keeping her eye on the dark-haired girl.
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