She didn't flinch. Makos don't. They circle. They observe. Her eyes were the creek's deep bend—black, patient, full of cold arithmetic.
He touched her shoulder. First with one finger. park toucher fantasy mako
"You're not afraid," she said. Her voice had the hiss of water through gills. She didn't flinch
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