I let Cindy finish her little speech, a self-satisfied monologue on the supposed nobility of her werewolf bloodline. Indignation coiled in my gut, but my expression remained a mask of cool disinterest. I met her smug gaze, my own eyes like chips of ice.
"And what, exactly, makes you so noble?" I asked. My voice was deceptively soft, a silken sheath for the rage simmering beneath. "Is it your pea-sized brain, which can't seem to master a simple
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