Their conversation hung. How would it serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet troubled him. He picked up the remote and sat himself to her right. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle.
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