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Havermouth, Present Time

The torture room stank of fear, sweat, and piss. One of the werewolf policewomen stood in a puddle, a look of resignation on her face. As they entered, Connery pulled a face and took a floral embroidered handkerchief from his pocket to cover his nose. “Oof,” he complained. “Disgusting.”

“Where did you get that?” Meguitte was amused. Only Connery would be able to source hand-embroidered handkerchiefs in the midst of a war.

“Verina,” he told her. “It is an art form truly. I have another if you like, my love. They’re lavender-scented. Real lavender, not that artificial stuff humans use.”

“I’m fine, but thank you,” she fought the urge to laugh at him.

“Do vampires piss?” The werewolf Patience spat at them. “Do you shit? Do your muscles ache from being forced to stand for days against a wall in chains? Does your skin chafe, blister, and bleed? At least the Van Helsings cage their victims with bedpans and provide food and water. We are dying here, without dignity, a
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Mamake Sham
it's possible she doesn't know much since Stella is just using her and she is also very secretive..she might have not let her true intentions be known by her puppets
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Mamake Sham
mmmh .. that was intense..I almost screamed
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Tawna C
Fabulous!! I needed this to happen. Now we know what the witches are up to. I have never trusted them. I wish Sigrid did more to them they deserve what they get.
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