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Once I’d shoved her through the curtain as gently as I could, I ventured out farther for twoThe dai their partners’ faces turned away from the curtains Soirls orking their seduction as an act of revenge, and it was as natural as a lioness hunting theback for an, and one of the o ofher cheek didn’t even stop thehis chin did

"You dare to strike your ain The roo the floor Vale rushed past irls under his ar daiirls stepped away froician! What is theof this?" a faaze to a balcony up above, where an acid-yellow daimon stood in a red-and-white-striped suit, his taloned hands curled around the balustrade Without a word, Monsieur Charmant turned and fled

"It irl spat The duke grabbed her hair and yanked it, and she shoved a letter opener deep into his stoirls had originally taken on thepartners they’d replaced But as they whipped out their weapons and howled their war cries, they burst into vibrant, angry hues of red and black and fierce tiger stripes Vale rushed past me and waded into the fray, the ornate silver Wolverine claeeping before hi home in the back of a double-wide tuxedo Of course, he was here, atekeeper Monsieur Philippe The blades slipped into the black fabric, right under his ribs where the kidneys nestled in fat, sh to , should have taken up a weapon, but I couldn’t stop watching Vale His fragility terrified ht

Vale ripped out the claw and wiped the blood spatter froentle like a turtle on its back

"You’re, what, Philippe--the curator? You choose the girls?"

"Iwith Li"

Philippe covered his eyes with sweaty fists "Please,you Whatever you wish is yours"

"There’s only one thing you have that I want"

"Woone coe"

I turned away before I saw the final slash of the claw, but I couldn’t plug les and the wet sound of gizzards hitting the wood Then I smelled the blood and remembered my best weapon Vale’s hand brushed overwith two men His knuckles had painted reedily from my lips

"They owe you blood, bébé," he said, voice husky "Take your due"

I nodded and turned away fro quickly, so I scented the air for so that needed to be destroyed My hands were already curled into claws before I foundover bodies and slipping in puddles of blood, aientleman was familiar to me, one of dozens of nameless faces from the boxes of Paradis His fine, smooth hands rapped around Leola’s slender neck, his thu into her windpipe as her eyes rolled back I slashed his throat open withbefore he’d even let her loose Leola shook herself and stood

"Merci," she irl

Sos while I drank, and I spun around, hissing It was the prince, as I’d never seen him before Dirty, deflated, bruised, covered in blood, and sniveling in a puddle of snot, his colorful suit stained and slashed to show pasty white skin underneath

"Demitasse, my beloved Help me Heal me"

I shook hi the blood from my chin, I tossed the man in my arms halfway across the room and stared at the prince as if he were an alien An ani how to use words and talk around s "Heal you?"