Alpha's Feral Kitten
Agnes says.
“Same,” Tristan says. He pulls out an impressive knife. “Swear.”
“Swear,” agrees Enid, who pulls out her own elegant knife from absolutely nowhere. They each cut their palms, and allow blood to drip to the floor.
“Call us if you need us,” Enid tells me, through a new mind link.
“You as well,” I think back, and the video connection is lost.
I immediately go to Tristan, rip the bottom of my shirt, and start wrapping his hand. “What were you thinking?”
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