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[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ escorts Anna outside, lets the door close behind her.

He returns a few minutes later.

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[sky_from_sea]

She'd been facing away from the door, body tensed to flee, to fight, to--something.

When Russ comes back outside she whirls, managing (barely) to keep her lips covering her fangs.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Both hands come up, something between a warding off gesture and a calming one.

There's only a hint of a rumble in his voice. "You don't want to do that."

[sky_from_sea]

She takes a step back, body still drawn wire-tight.

"You're right. I don't."

Every word is bitten off, sharp and edged.

[rebelw_outclaws]

"Good. You want to kill him?"