What About Wimer?

“We’re falling apart.”

“Not my problem.”

“But Chunnie—“

He was across the room faster than she could react. A hand at her throat. He held her off the floor. “Don’t call me that. Ever. You lost that privilege a long time ago. Like I said before, I have somewhere to be right now. If I see you, or any other former clan member anywhere near this building again, consider yourself dead.”

He dropped her. “Now get out.”

She stood slowly, looked around the ragtag group of creatures and then hissed. “I’ll tell them about the company you keep and they’ll change their minds anyway.” She stalked from the room, determined to get Bosy back. If not into her life, at least into her bed.

The other four stared at Bosy while he looked at the floor, gasping, fangs still out, rubbing on his bottom lip. Wimer Aslix stepped forward, to hold him, but he held up a hand.

“Not right now. I might hurt you. Just give me a minute.”

Wimer Aslix frowned, but listened and stayed away. Even with the tense energy in the
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