He fed on his own anger, as well as violence. But lucky for you, you can't get anything. It was Nathaniel's hand that bowed my back, tore my mouth away from his, and forced a scream from my mouth. Richard's weight alone wasn't enough.
That black, black hair stark and unreal against the whiteness of him. It wasn't quite a danger zone, but if nothing saved it, in a couple of years it would be. So far you have inherited my powers, or Belle's, or some version thereof. The act doesn't change, he whispered, just who's on stage.
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