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I was too angry for subtle, too full of rage for calm, I had no patience for clever, nor the time for caution. I was fury given wings, grief given strength and power given life.
“For honour and death and the true queens!�
“Why is there a whistling ass in that pile of rocks?!�
“I’ll kill you, you ass whistling monster!� I dove forward, but Dante knocked me back again, looking me in the eye. “He’s on our side, fratello. That’s Brian Washer.� “I don’t care who he is, his ass whistled in my mouth,� I snapped.
