Before she could fly down the steps, a vice closed on her arm, tight as a blood pressure cuff, but hot, and hard, and sharp, like metal pulled from the fire while it was still dreaming of becoming a knife.<\/p>\n
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\u201cOh, shut up, it’ll heal. In approximately…\u201d Jil held up her own arm, which was completely devoid of a watch, \u201c…now.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cIf we’re not really standing on a mountain in the snow, why are my feet cold?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should know, you’re the psychology expert.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m only third year. We haven’t covered trans-dimensional astral travel yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cHunter,\u201d the Professor said, pointing to Jil, \u201c…gatherer.\u201d Pointing to each of them in turn. \u201cShe collects people. For a fee. Someone wants you. Oh, yes.\u201d He grinned suddenly, a surprisingly bright, white, even smile. Odd \u2013 Caitlin would not have thought a badger would have such perfect teeth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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