I put the tip on the bloodstained table, way overtipping to try and make up for the mess. The werejaguars picked women from the audience, took them by the hand and led them towards the stage. They reacted to pain. The uniform looked past Edward to me.
He slipped the tip under the shoulder seam of the vest. For a human, he was very good. The gun was very black and very noticeable against the red shirt. He handed Edward's back, but squinted at mine.
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