17/02/2026 23:01

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He glared down at me. I'd seen it with Raina and Marcus, but you moved him in here. I felt it, not like some liquid amorphous shape, but as if something very solid and very real was sitting in the center of my body and moving around. But are you feeding? he asked.

Hell, it makes me tired, and nervous. You are my master. What kind of childhood is it without books, stories to share? I knew that he'd had an older brother, who died, and a father who died, and a mother who died. That seemed weird.