But now it was like one of those leopards at the zoo in a small metal cage. Do you? he asked. Speaking of harsh experience, I had to check something. Flames burst along his skin, and for the blink of an eye he was haloed by rich orange and gold flames.
No, I said, and reached for his furred forearm. I had a moment of hope that we could just sit down and find out what the other two men were finding so fascinating. So, that I would put Chimera near the top of my crazy-bad-guy list said just how awful he had been. I realized why his scent seemed so comfortable to me.
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