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Tamed? What was that supposed to mean? Well, she knew exactly what it was supposed to mean but where did he get off in saying it to her? Her hands had balled into tight, white-knuckled fists as she fought to keep her temper under control. She could prove him wrong so easily, all she had to do was stop fighting herself. She could, so easily, let go. Would she grab her wand or his throat first? How would he like the feel of her fingernails digging into his skin, instead of them being imbedded in her own palms? The fact was though that he was, in a way, right. She technically could prove him wrong, but at what cost? In that moment she hated that she cared so much, surely she'd been happier when she'd been stabbing people with spoons? Finally, she realized that he must have said it only because of her own tampering with the chocolate.

Tig exhaled heavily, she'd been holding her breath for a while without realizing. The chocolate has clearly gone to your head, Cousin. I'd rather show you how 'tamed' I am when you're in your right mind.

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