Chapter 4
Traggen also said goodnight to the boy, who waved at them before he darted off toward his parents, who escorted him into the house to put him to bed. Traggen considered entering the house as well, but before he could he heard a throat being cleared behind him. He turned around to see J’Dran looking at him thoughtfully. “What?” he asked tersely.
The wereleopard cocked his head a bit. “You’re not very friendly, human,” he noted.
Traggen frowned. “Why should I be? All you’ve done since I got here was call me ‘little one’ condescendingly or tell me you don’t like or trust me,” he pointed out sharply.
“That is true,” J’Dran agreed calmly. “But,” to Traggen’s surprise, he sniffed the air delicately. “You still wish to couple with me,” he said bluntly.
Traggen’s mouth was dangling open. How, in all the lower hells, could this insufferable creature know THAT?! “What makes you think that?” he asked, rather weakly.
“I do not think, I know. I can smell your desire,” J’Dran explained, tapping his nose with one clawed finger.
Traggen felt his face go a dull red. Talk about embarrassing! “That may be true,” he snapped, “But it means nothing! I’m sure that there are plenty of other males around here that I’ll want to couple with as well. I just have to look around a little.”
J’Dran’s lip curled slightly. “So you will mate with anything that stands still long enough?” he drawled in cutting tones.
Traggen flinched, because this insult was hitting a bit too close to home. Yes, that’s what he’d been like three years ago. Anything halfway attractive had done for him. He squirmed a bit under J’Dran’s golden stare, feeling like a misbehaving little boy. But that only enraged him, since he’d gotten enough of that from his mother these last three years. He stood up abruptly, his whole body stiff (including his cock, cursed traitorous thing). “Yes, that’s exactly right,” he said coldly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired. I’m going to bed,” and he turned on his heel, storming into the house without another word.
J’Dran watched his retreating back, a frown on his handsome face. He hadn’t meant to upset the human so, but had felt a streak of anger inside of himself when Traggen had mentioned finding someone else to couple with. It had made him say something unkind, which he’d regretted the moment he’d said it. Especially when he’d seen the look on Traggen’s face – not one of anger, actually, but one of PAIN. He’d hurt the human, and he didn’t like that. Not at all. But unfortunately, he suspected that Traggen would not listen to any apologies from him right now. He sighed, turning to walk out into the night. He’d run off some of his mixed emotions, and then retire to bed himself.
It took Traggen a long time to get to sleep that night. He squirmed, he rolled, he laid on his back staring at the ceiling overhead…finally he succumbed to exhaustion, and was glad for the sleep. But his dreams were uneasy, and his sleep was broken. He felt unbelievably tired when he dragged himself out of bed in the morning. He groaned as he stumbled out of bed, rubbing at his face. Curse that wretched wereleopard! Bastard. He pulled on his clothing, mumbling ferociously to himself.
When he went out into the hallway, he almost staggered as a ball of energy hit him at his mid-section. “Cousin Traggen! Good morning!” K’var yelped as he hugged Traggen tightly.
Traggen actually managed to smile as he touched the cub’s hair. “Good morning, K’var,” he replied.
The boy pulled back, his eyes sparkling. “My fathers sent me to fetch you for breakfast!” he explained eagerly.
“All right. Lead on, K’var,” Traggen said.
When they entered the kitchen, Traggen saw J’Dran already sitting at the table. He frowned, his whole body tensing. He looked away deliberately, refusing to meet those golden eyes again. Avhonari caught this, and looked from one to the other with a slight frown on his face. Traggen went to take his seat beside K’var, who plopped down into his own seat without seeing to feel the tension between the two men sitting on either side of him. Z’sharan's brows lowered a bit as he, too, realized that there was something going on between his brother and Traggen. His claws scraped at the table top a bit as his fingers curled. If J’Dran had hurt Traggen, he’d have sharp word with his sibling. He’d warned J’Dran not to do that, lest it upset Avhonari…
Traggen ate his food in grim silence, still refusing to look at J’Dran. Even K’var became aware that something was wrong and wriggling unhappily in his chair. He didn’t like it when the people he cared about were upset. The cub reached out and touched Traggen’s hand. “Cousin Traggen?” he said softly.
Traggen glanced over at the cub. K’var’s big eyes were full of anxiety. He pulled himself together and tried to conjure up a smile for the boy. “Are you okay?” K’var asked him in a whisper.
“I am, K’var,” he told the boy. “I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Oh.” The boy looked happier at his words, and Traggen was glad that he’d managed to reassure K’var even though his excuse wasn’t the whole truth. He returned to his food, trying hard to look more cheerful. But it wasn’t easy; he was far too aware of J’Dran sitting just on the other side of K’var.
Avhonari had not missed this little exchange between his son and his nephew. He didn’t think that it was just tiredness on Traggen’s part; the tension between his nephew and J’Dran was almost visible. When breakfast was over, he rose to his feet. “K’var, please go and see your father and uncle off while I speak to Traggen about something,” he told the cub.
Z’sharan flicked a glance at his mate, knowing just what it was that Avhonari wanted to talk to his nephew about. He said nothing, since he intended to have a talk with his brother when they entered the jungle after saying goodbye to K’var. Avhonari made a motion with his head toward Traggen, and his nephew got to his own feet reluctantly and went with his relative toward his study. Once they were both inside, Avhonari closed the door behind them and turned to look at his nephew. “Traggen,” he began quietly. “Is there anything wrong? Between you and J’Dran, I mean?”
Traggen sighed. “I’m not sure that you’d call it ‘something wrong’, exactly,” he replied tightly. “I’ll admit that I’m attracted to him - which he apparently, embarrassingly, knew because he could smell it on me.”
“Yes,” Avhonari said in understanding. “Z’sharan could smell my desire on me as well. Was that the only thing?”
“Not exactly,” Traggen growled. “Because after he told me he could smell the fact that I was attracted to him, he pretty much called me a slut.”
Avhonari’s brows flew up. “He did? Why?”
Traggen shrugged. “He’d irritated me, so I said that I could find plenty of men in this village that I was also attracted to. That’s when he made a crack about me sleeping with anything that moved. And the sad fact is, Uncle, that I used to be that way. You know that. I don’t know why his comment upset me so much, with that in mind…”
“Because you have changed a great deal, Nephew,” Avhonari told him gently. “I can see that. Perhaps your sexual habits have changed as well, and so that is why J’Dran’s comment upset you. The real question is – why did what you said bother J’Dran enough for him to insult you like that?”
Traggen looked bewildered. “What do you mean?”
Avhonari tapped his bottom lip thoughtfully. “That insult sounds like something said by a man who was angry. Why would you telling him that you meant to find someone in the village to sleep with make J’Dran angry? The only thing I can think of is that he was angry…and that the cause of the anger was most likely jealousy.”
“Jealousy,” Traggen repeated. “You really think that J’Dran might have been jealous?”
Avhonari nodded. “That’s what it seems like to me. Why would he have mentioned the fact that he can smell your desire in the first place? He had no reason to unless he was interested in you, Traggen. And your response made him angry, so he insulted you.”
Traggen took in a deep breath. “I guess that makes sense,” he began slowly. “I just don’t…know what to do, exactly. I’ll admit that I’m deeply attracted to him, but it makes me…uneasy that I am so very attracted to him. I’m not sure why.”
Avhonari surprised him by laughing softly. “Don’t you?” he asked gently. “It is fairly obvious to me, Nephew.”
Traggen gave him a perplexed look. “It is?”
Avhonari’s lips twitched. “Yes, it is. But since you yourself cannot see it, I will not explain it to you. Not now. I will leave it to you to figure out.” He added with a decided twinkle in his dark eyes.
Traggen felt frustrated by his uncle’s visible amusement at his expense. He frowned. “I don’t understand,” he said rather plaintatively. “Can’t you give me a hint or something?”
Avhonari shook his head, his mouth quivering as he struggled not to laugh outright at the slightly petulant set of Traggen’s lips. “No, I’m afraid not. You have to understand it yourself, I’m afraid.”
Traggen grimaced. “If you say so,” he huffed. “But you know I’m not that great at understanding things.”
Z’sharan paused just inside the trees and turned to his brother. “J’Dran,” he said. “I want to talk to you.”
J’Dran sighed and stopped in his tracks. “Yes I know. You want to know why the human cub was upset this morning at breakfast.”
“That’s right. Traggen looked very unhappy. I told you not to make him miserable, because it would upset my mate.”
“I know, brother; but I couldn’t quite help myself,” J’Dran said apologetically.
“What happened?”
J’Dran told his sibling all about the exchange that had taken place between himself and Traggen last night. Z’sharan listened with a frown. When he was finished, the Speaker chuffed a little. “It is not like you to be so graceless, J’Dran. Why did his words anger you?”
J’Dran shrugged. “I don’t know. He is free to mate with whomever he chooses.”
Z’sharan gave him a keen look. “Is that really how you feel?” he asked.
J’Dran got an uneasy expression on his face. “Of course it is,” he replied.
Z’sharan shook his head. “As you say, brother. But I think that whatever else, you should apologize to the cub once he has cooled down a bit. I don’t want friction in my household; it will upset both my mate and my cub, and I will not have that.”
“I understand, Z’sharan; I will do as you say,” J’Dran sighed.
“Good. But that is for later.” He patted J’Dran’s shoulder. “Let’s go.” The two of them headed for the village, the subject dropped for now.
K’var dragged a bemused Traggen away to play with him out back. As he romped with the cub, his mind kept going back to what his uncle had said. He really didn’t understand. What could Avhonari have meant? Had J’Dran really been jealous of his statement about finding someone in the village? And if so, why? But no matter how much he pondered, he just couldn’t figure it out. It baffled him. So he dropped the whole thing for now, not wanting to give himself a headache struggling with his confusion. Perhaps he could get his uncle to tell him later? He’d have to wait and see.
Traggen awoke with a start, feeling rather groggy as he sat up. Blinking, he looked around to see where he was. He realized that he and K’var had fallen asleep in the grass behind the house again. The cub was still sound asleep, his breathing even. Traggen knuckled at his eyes childishly and stretched a bit. These afternoon naps were helping him to feel a lot better. He had almost recovered from the horrible, stressful journey here already, which boded well for a complete recovery from the hardships of the last three years. He ran a hand through his hair, thinking about taking another long, leisurely soak in the wonderful hot springs bath. He wondered if he should wake K’var, not wanting to leave the boy out here by himself.
The cub jerked and came awake suddenly, sitting up so swiftly that it took Traggen completely by surprise. He started to ask K’var about his sudden awakening, but the cub forestalled him by jumping to his feet with a squeal of joy and running away down the field toward the edge of the jungle. He hurled himself gleefully onto a tall figure just emerging from the tress, and was caught up and tossed into the air. Traggen felt his stomach do weird things inside of him when he saw J’Dran, but he schooled his face into impassivity as best he could. J’Dran walked toward him with K’var perched on his shoulder, the golden eyes looking at him unwaveringly.
“Good afternoon, J’Dran,” Traggen drawled as coolly as possible.
“Greetings, little one. Cub, would you run into the house and talk to your father? I want to have a word with your cousin,” the wereleopard set K’var down on his feet, and the boy ran off into the house with only a backward glance at the two men standing in the back yard looking at each other.
J’Dran waited until K’var had disappeared inside, then said soberly: “I wished to apologize to you for what I said about you last night, Traggen. It is none of my business who you couple with.”
Traggen didn’t know what to make of this apology, although he was pleased by it. “I’m glad you realize that,” he said somewhat tartly.
The wereleopard nodded. “My brother pointed it out to me,” he said ruefully. “As I don’t seem to be very good at seeing such things myself.”
Traggen frowned. “You mean that you wouldn’t have apologized to me except for the fact that Z’sharan told you that you should?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
J’Dran nodded, clearly not understanding that he was miring himself deeper into trouble at every moment. “He doesn’t want his mate and cub to be upset, and he knows they would be if you were angry at me,” he explained.
“I see,” Traggen said flatly. “So that’s all I rate – an apology caused by the fact that my uncle and cousin might be upset. I understand. And you don’t have to worry, J’Dran. I won’t be angry at you anymore, I promise.”
Something in his voice finally tipped the wereleopard off. If he’d had ears that moved in his humanoid form, they would have been lying back against his skull by now. “Traggen,” he began uncertainly.
Traggen held up a staying hand. “Thank you for the apology, J’Dran,” he said frostily. “And if that’s all, I’ll bid you good day,” and he strode away toward the house, leaving the wereleopard standing there with a baffled expression on his face.
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Traggen also said goodnight to the boy, who waved at them before he darted off toward his parents, who escorted him into the house to put him to bed. Traggen considered entering the house as well, but before he could he heard a throat being cleared behind him. He turned around to see J’Dran looking at him thoughtfully. “What?” he asked tersely.
The wereleopard cocked his head a bit. “You’re not very friendly, human,” he noted.
Traggen frowned. “Why should I be? All you’ve done since I got here was call me ‘little one’ condescendingly or tell me you don’t like or trust me,” he pointed out sharply.
“That is true,” J’Dran agreed calmly. “But,” to Traggen’s surprise, he sniffed the air delicately. “You still wish to couple with me,” he said bluntly.
Traggen’s mouth was dangling open. How, in all the lower hells, could this insufferable creature know THAT?! “What makes you think that?” he asked, rather weakly.
“I do not think, I know. I can smell your desire,” J’Dran explained, tapping his nose with one clawed finger.
Traggen felt his face go a dull red. Talk about embarrassing! “That may be true,” he snapped, “But it means nothing! I’m sure that there are plenty of other males around here that I’ll want to couple with as well. I just have to look around a little.”
J’Dran’s lip curled slightly. “So you will mate with anything that stands still long enough?” he drawled in cutting tones.
Traggen flinched, because this insult was hitting a bit too close to home. Yes, that’s what he’d been like three years ago. Anything halfway attractive had done for him. He squirmed a bit under J’Dran’s golden stare, feeling like a misbehaving little boy. But that only enraged him, since he’d gotten enough of that from his mother these last three years. He stood up abruptly, his whole body stiff (including his cock, cursed traitorous thing). “Yes, that’s exactly right,” he said coldly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired. I’m going to bed,” and he turned on his heel, storming into the house without another word.
J’Dran watched his retreating back, a frown on his handsome face. He hadn’t meant to upset the human so, but had felt a streak of anger inside of himself when Traggen had mentioned finding someone else to couple with. It had made him say something unkind, which he’d regretted the moment he’d said it. Especially when he’d seen the look on Traggen’s face – not one of anger, actually, but one of PAIN. He’d hurt the human, and he didn’t like that. Not at all. But unfortunately, he suspected that Traggen would not listen to any apologies from him right now. He sighed, turning to walk out into the night. He’d run off some of his mixed emotions, and then retire to bed himself.
It took Traggen a long time to get to sleep that night. He squirmed, he rolled, he laid on his back staring at the ceiling overhead…finally he succumbed to exhaustion, and was glad for the sleep. But his dreams were uneasy, and his sleep was broken. He felt unbelievably tired when he dragged himself out of bed in the morning. He groaned as he stumbled out of bed, rubbing at his face. Curse that wretched wereleopard! Bastard. He pulled on his clothing, mumbling ferociously to himself.
When he went out into the hallway, he almost staggered as a ball of energy hit him at his mid-section. “Cousin Traggen! Good morning!” K’var yelped as he hugged Traggen tightly.
Traggen actually managed to smile as he touched the cub’s hair. “Good morning, K’var,” he replied.
The boy pulled back, his eyes sparkling. “My fathers sent me to fetch you for breakfast!” he explained eagerly.
“All right. Lead on, K’var,” Traggen said.
When they entered the kitchen, Traggen saw J’Dran already sitting at the table. He frowned, his whole body tensing. He looked away deliberately, refusing to meet those golden eyes again. Avhonari caught this, and looked from one to the other with a slight frown on his face. Traggen went to take his seat beside K’var, who plopped down into his own seat without seeing to feel the tension between the two men sitting on either side of him. Z’sharan's brows lowered a bit as he, too, realized that there was something going on between his brother and Traggen. His claws scraped at the table top a bit as his fingers curled. If J’Dran had hurt Traggen, he’d have sharp word with his sibling. He’d warned J’Dran not to do that, lest it upset Avhonari…
Traggen ate his food in grim silence, still refusing to look at J’Dran. Even K’var became aware that something was wrong and wriggling unhappily in his chair. He didn’t like it when the people he cared about were upset. The cub reached out and touched Traggen’s hand. “Cousin Traggen?” he said softly.
Traggen glanced over at the cub. K’var’s big eyes were full of anxiety. He pulled himself together and tried to conjure up a smile for the boy. “Are you okay?” K’var asked him in a whisper.
“I am, K’var,” he told the boy. “I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Oh.” The boy looked happier at his words, and Traggen was glad that he’d managed to reassure K’var even though his excuse wasn’t the whole truth. He returned to his food, trying hard to look more cheerful. But it wasn’t easy; he was far too aware of J’Dran sitting just on the other side of K’var.
Avhonari had not missed this little exchange between his son and his nephew. He didn’t think that it was just tiredness on Traggen’s part; the tension between his nephew and J’Dran was almost visible. When breakfast was over, he rose to his feet. “K’var, please go and see your father and uncle off while I speak to Traggen about something,” he told the cub.
Z’sharan flicked a glance at his mate, knowing just what it was that Avhonari wanted to talk to his nephew about. He said nothing, since he intended to have a talk with his brother when they entered the jungle after saying goodbye to K’var. Avhonari made a motion with his head toward Traggen, and his nephew got to his own feet reluctantly and went with his relative toward his study. Once they were both inside, Avhonari closed the door behind them and turned to look at his nephew. “Traggen,” he began quietly. “Is there anything wrong? Between you and J’Dran, I mean?”
Traggen sighed. “I’m not sure that you’d call it ‘something wrong’, exactly,” he replied tightly. “I’ll admit that I’m attracted to him - which he apparently, embarrassingly, knew because he could smell it on me.”
“Yes,” Avhonari said in understanding. “Z’sharan could smell my desire on me as well. Was that the only thing?”
“Not exactly,” Traggen growled. “Because after he told me he could smell the fact that I was attracted to him, he pretty much called me a slut.”
Avhonari’s brows flew up. “He did? Why?”
Traggen shrugged. “He’d irritated me, so I said that I could find plenty of men in this village that I was also attracted to. That’s when he made a crack about me sleeping with anything that moved. And the sad fact is, Uncle, that I used to be that way. You know that. I don’t know why his comment upset me so much, with that in mind…”
“Because you have changed a great deal, Nephew,” Avhonari told him gently. “I can see that. Perhaps your sexual habits have changed as well, and so that is why J’Dran’s comment upset you. The real question is – why did what you said bother J’Dran enough for him to insult you like that?”
Traggen looked bewildered. “What do you mean?”
Avhonari tapped his bottom lip thoughtfully. “That insult sounds like something said by a man who was angry. Why would you telling him that you meant to find someone in the village to sleep with make J’Dran angry? The only thing I can think of is that he was angry…and that the cause of the anger was most likely jealousy.”
“Jealousy,” Traggen repeated. “You really think that J’Dran might have been jealous?”
Avhonari nodded. “That’s what it seems like to me. Why would he have mentioned the fact that he can smell your desire in the first place? He had no reason to unless he was interested in you, Traggen. And your response made him angry, so he insulted you.”
Traggen took in a deep breath. “I guess that makes sense,” he began slowly. “I just don’t…know what to do, exactly. I’ll admit that I’m deeply attracted to him, but it makes me…uneasy that I am so very attracted to him. I’m not sure why.”
Avhonari surprised him by laughing softly. “Don’t you?” he asked gently. “It is fairly obvious to me, Nephew.”
Traggen gave him a perplexed look. “It is?”
Avhonari’s lips twitched. “Yes, it is. But since you yourself cannot see it, I will not explain it to you. Not now. I will leave it to you to figure out.” He added with a decided twinkle in his dark eyes.
Traggen felt frustrated by his uncle’s visible amusement at his expense. He frowned. “I don’t understand,” he said rather plaintatively. “Can’t you give me a hint or something?”
Avhonari shook his head, his mouth quivering as he struggled not to laugh outright at the slightly petulant set of Traggen’s lips. “No, I’m afraid not. You have to understand it yourself, I’m afraid.”
Traggen grimaced. “If you say so,” he huffed. “But you know I’m not that great at understanding things.”
Z’sharan paused just inside the trees and turned to his brother. “J’Dran,” he said. “I want to talk to you.”
J’Dran sighed and stopped in his tracks. “Yes I know. You want to know why the human cub was upset this morning at breakfast.”
“That’s right. Traggen looked very unhappy. I told you not to make him miserable, because it would upset my mate.”
“I know, brother; but I couldn’t quite help myself,” J’Dran said apologetically.
“What happened?”
J’Dran told his sibling all about the exchange that had taken place between himself and Traggen last night. Z’sharan listened with a frown. When he was finished, the Speaker chuffed a little. “It is not like you to be so graceless, J’Dran. Why did his words anger you?”
J’Dran shrugged. “I don’t know. He is free to mate with whomever he chooses.”
Z’sharan gave him a keen look. “Is that really how you feel?” he asked.
J’Dran got an uneasy expression on his face. “Of course it is,” he replied.
Z’sharan shook his head. “As you say, brother. But I think that whatever else, you should apologize to the cub once he has cooled down a bit. I don’t want friction in my household; it will upset both my mate and my cub, and I will not have that.”
“I understand, Z’sharan; I will do as you say,” J’Dran sighed.
“Good. But that is for later.” He patted J’Dran’s shoulder. “Let’s go.” The two of them headed for the village, the subject dropped for now.
K’var dragged a bemused Traggen away to play with him out back. As he romped with the cub, his mind kept going back to what his uncle had said. He really didn’t understand. What could Avhonari have meant? Had J’Dran really been jealous of his statement about finding someone in the village? And if so, why? But no matter how much he pondered, he just couldn’t figure it out. It baffled him. So he dropped the whole thing for now, not wanting to give himself a headache struggling with his confusion. Perhaps he could get his uncle to tell him later? He’d have to wait and see.
Traggen awoke with a start, feeling rather groggy as he sat up. Blinking, he looked around to see where he was. He realized that he and K’var had fallen asleep in the grass behind the house again. The cub was still sound asleep, his breathing even. Traggen knuckled at his eyes childishly and stretched a bit. These afternoon naps were helping him to feel a lot better. He had almost recovered from the horrible, stressful journey here already, which boded well for a complete recovery from the hardships of the last three years. He ran a hand through his hair, thinking about taking another long, leisurely soak in the wonderful hot springs bath. He wondered if he should wake K’var, not wanting to leave the boy out here by himself.
The cub jerked and came awake suddenly, sitting up so swiftly that it took Traggen completely by surprise. He started to ask K’var about his sudden awakening, but the cub forestalled him by jumping to his feet with a squeal of joy and running away down the field toward the edge of the jungle. He hurled himself gleefully onto a tall figure just emerging from the tress, and was caught up and tossed into the air. Traggen felt his stomach do weird things inside of him when he saw J’Dran, but he schooled his face into impassivity as best he could. J’Dran walked toward him with K’var perched on his shoulder, the golden eyes looking at him unwaveringly.
“Good afternoon, J’Dran,” Traggen drawled as coolly as possible.
“Greetings, little one. Cub, would you run into the house and talk to your father? I want to have a word with your cousin,” the wereleopard set K’var down on his feet, and the boy ran off into the house with only a backward glance at the two men standing in the back yard looking at each other.
J’Dran waited until K’var had disappeared inside, then said soberly: “I wished to apologize to you for what I said about you last night, Traggen. It is none of my business who you couple with.”
Traggen didn’t know what to make of this apology, although he was pleased by it. “I’m glad you realize that,” he said somewhat tartly.
The wereleopard nodded. “My brother pointed it out to me,” he said ruefully. “As I don’t seem to be very good at seeing such things myself.”
Traggen frowned. “You mean that you wouldn’t have apologized to me except for the fact that Z’sharan told you that you should?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
J’Dran nodded, clearly not understanding that he was miring himself deeper into trouble at every moment. “He doesn’t want his mate and cub to be upset, and he knows they would be if you were angry at me,” he explained.
“I see,” Traggen said flatly. “So that’s all I rate – an apology caused by the fact that my uncle and cousin might be upset. I understand. And you don’t have to worry, J’Dran. I won’t be angry at you anymore, I promise.”
Something in his voice finally tipped the wereleopard off. If he’d had ears that moved in his humanoid form, they would have been lying back against his skull by now. “Traggen,” he began uncertainly.
Traggen held up a staying hand. “Thank you for the apology, J’Dran,” he said frostily. “And if that’s all, I’ll bid you good day,” and he strode away toward the house, leaving the wereleopard standing there with a baffled expression on his face.
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