It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. Lucy howled as tooth met bone, her arm clamped in the trap of Rhea’s huge canines. “It’s—private. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. Que pasa con ustedes?” He returned in bad Spanish.
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