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Now he was gaping at her like a gormless fish. The strangeness of his behavior struck her as extremely suspicious. Her instincts must be right, she could practically hear the cogs turning inside his dull little brain. He was clearly a specimen of average or below intelligence so it troubled her that he seemed to have figured out what she hadn't already. There was something knowing in the way he was looking at her as he stalked towards her. He knew and she hadn't made whatever link he had. Why would they both be having this weird revelation when they were already acquainted?

She stood her ground and glared back at him, trying to give every impression she wasn't scrambling to remember the key piece of information. Tig raised both of her eyebrows back at him imperiously as if to say, So what? She stared him dead in the eye and then it hit her like a ton of bricks. Her haughty expression almost slipped in her surprise. She could feel the pit of her stomach tense with the stirrings of old rage.

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