k into its sheath. The metal cl
arned, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "If you wan
himself for the inevitable. He waited for the spoiled, toxic matriarch
he di
rown. She didn't
and folded her hands neatly in front of her. She bowed to him. A deep, formal
voice was calm, steady, and completely sincer
y. The vicious insult he had prep
d, her face marred by scabs, yet her eyes were startlingly clear
ned. He looked away, unable to hold her steady gaze
ager to leave this bizarre,
ok on
harity ca
ensing. Here it comes, he thoug
bleeding out on the concrete. "If you don't need that carcass,
d lost her mind. The meat of low-level, polluted beasts wa
ugh. "If you want to poison yourse
er eyes lit up. "Thank you," she said aga
the rotting beast like it was a pile of pure gold. His brow furro
urned and walked quickly into th
w disappeared, the system
n detected in bond-mate Bra
he panel. Braden's affection had moved fr
ing a hidden node: Shattering a bond-mat
Top-Tier Beast Butcher
as the complete anatomical knowledge of hundreds of mutated species, the precise methods to extr
apses. When she opened them, she wasn't just a starving woman anym
a clear anatomical diagram. She knew exactly where the poison sacs were, which
d synthetic-fur cloak. She walked over to the
thick, heavy hind leg and a prime section of the backstrap. Driven by the pure, intoxicating promise of real food, she began the agonizingly slow pr
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