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Quint saw the other’s rage spark, but cared little about it. He was fighting tooth and nail against the other, and as far as he was determined he was going to continue until either the vampire tied, gave up, or the vampire killed him. It looked like the ladder would happen as the vampire fisted Quint’s hair, lifted his head and slammed it hard on the ground. A yelp of pain escaped Quint and his body sagged, his mind swimming as he saw stars and everything looked out of focused to him.
Magnus let out a huff, seeing the other deflate finally allowing him a moment of rest. He kept two hands pinning the hound’s chest to the ground and locked eyes with him again. He didn’t allow his glamour to overtake the other, but instead simply glared the wolf-like beast down. “You done having your little tantrum? Or are we going to have a problem?” As he spoke, Magnus let his fangs slip further, sharp and dangerous as they poked out from his top lip. “Because all this playing around is makin’ me a little thirsty.”












