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I spun around to see Mastyx standing on the other side of the plinth, blocking the doorway. Without thinking, I drew the bat.
“What the f**k do you want?” My voice was way more in control than my heart, which was currently trying to chisel its way out of my chest.
“Ooo! Phoenix, when did your beautiful mouth learn such distasteful things?” He had sashayed up to the plinth while he talked. With outstanding fluidity, he hopped onto it and sat, crossing his legs with flare. “Please don’t be alarmed, I‘m only here to talk.” He leant back on his hands revealing the smooth pale scales of his belly.
“Then talk.” I did not lower the bat.
“Oh please, Phoenix, don’t be so mean.” He pulled his legs up, going to his hands and knees on the plinth. “It has been so long. How have you b
