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I very much enjoyed the "stop the pity party" talk Tyrrell had with Seneca on the mountain, made for a refreshing first meaningful interaction between recently minted fated mates.

This should be called Vicious'es Red Ass to prepare the reader for the lack of subtlety and sexual bluntness. “Fuck me!” I command, teeth snapping. “Fuck the rage out of me."