He stayed close, eyes wide, fear like a scent off of his skin, but he didn't run, and he didn't try to distance himself. Nothing helps you sleep at night so much as being absolutely certain that you're right, and everyone else is evil. Fear that this would not happen, that he would be exiled back to his coffin, with all this undone. It was more embarrassing than having Richard watch with Damian.
Well, not yet. Fine with me, keep your enemies scared and guessing. You have to look, even with the feel and press of fur against your naked body. Stop helping me, Gregory.
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