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Claire emerged in times of extreme stress. No blood, but a brief moment of agony as the skin split. It was everything at that moment not to scream and clench the fist, and it was everything in the moment after not to direct Claire at the threat and let her feast.

Graham stared at his palm and glanced up at the two kids who'd pulled the knives. They'd seen his face twist and they'd flinched when his hand contorted. They ran, and Graham let out a breath.

Sorry, Claire, not today,