Wolf’s Teeth

“Yes, sir.” She said in her little-girl’s voice. She had done her best to sound polite. Inside her thoughts, she had said it in a snarl. She’d imagined having wolf’s teeth and snapping his pale fingers off in a single bite.

Little thing I’m playing with.  Mr. Grey has demanded it.

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