[She stands in front of him, breathing hard, glaring daggers. It's not the idea of him feeling her emotions that has her worked up, but rather the opposite: that brief glimpse of exquisite, longed-for calm had felt like a knife twisting in her gut. It had been someone else's peace and serenity, invading her, mocking her, showing her exactly what she'll never have.]
If you do, I'll rip your neural implant out with my teeth.
[That's been her favorite go-to threat ever since she was informed that removing them killed people.]
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If you do, I'll rip your neural implant out with my teeth.
[That's been her favorite go-to threat ever since she was informed that removing them killed people.]