"That's why you never really smiled," I
whispered.
Because, how could he?
He had to hide the sharp, sharp teeth.
Two of them.
Fangs.
I remembered the feel of them against my lips, my neck—recalling how oddly sharp they'd felt.
Gods.
Now I understood how he could move so fast, why he seemed to have better hearing and eyesight than anyone I'd ever met, and why he sometimes sounded as if he'd lived decades.
Dawg.
— May 08, 2026 06:43PM
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