Charles
As we left the Red House, a bitter taste of frustration lingered on my tongue. George sighed beside me. The night air is cool, but my anger provides its own warmth. The evening air hung heavy with tension as George and I got into the car.
"I should have clawed his face off," I growled.
"Not very diplomatic of you."
"He really thinks I give a damn about his problems," I said. "With any luck, a human will get lucky with a silver bullet."
George chuckled. "You're more bloodthirsty than usual after seeing him. You know that it's just a power play... I was surprised you were so abrupt with it."
I smirked. "Truth be told..."
I clench my jaw, the muscles working as I process the situation. "I had a feeling that I wouldn't be able to control myself for long..."
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