“Is that it?” Sarcasm dripped from his lips as surely as frustration rattled at the corners of McGraw’s, bringing a notable twitch to those damnable whiskers – a tic that cast his mind afield of this argument for but an instant – a flicker of memory as fast as the initial shift that caused the recollection.
“Is this the best that you can muster – or am I meant to be so beholden to you that you don’t feel the fucking need to try? Am I supposed to beg, my dear lieutenant,” Like venom, the words spat from behind his teeth with all the force of violence necessary to cripple – words that had once been so meaningful, so adoring, now laced with only the most poignant contempt. “How dare you.”
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