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but even those who didn’t believe began to keep their distance after the story of the uniform sleeve. It didn’t help that as the guards grew more and more nervous, they increased the frequency of their late night raids, and thus, the entire hut was short on sleep as well as temper.
    In the end, Liam was left with no company but Mary Kate’s letters. He was painfully slow at the reading, but after a few weeks he’d made it through the first and was rewarded with the knowledge that she missed him and would be waiting for him when he got out. She wrote about her family and his, filling him in on various small events and reassuring him that he’d not been forgotten. With newfound motivation, Liam got through the second letter within a few days. He wanted to answer her and made several attempts to do so but couldn’t bring himself to send them. His little sister Moira had better handwriting, and she was five.
    When he wasn’t reading and re-reading Mary Kate’s letters he spent his time hiding from Sanders, but being ostracized made it difficult. The time would come, much as he dreaded it. He could see it in Sanders’s eye. So, Liam prayed for the strength to fight, muttering every prayer he knew in the hope that God hadn’t abandoned him as well. The day finally came when his name was called in the yard. Two different guards waited for him, and it gave him a moment’s hope that the inevitable hadn’t arrived, but once again he was led out of the cage, through the wire tunnels and gates to the infirmary, and once again the surgeon’s office was empty of anyone but Sanders.
    “Strip.”
    When Liam didn’t obey, the guards beat him down and yanked the clothes off him. Again, he was shoved against the cell door at that awkward angle. Again came the burst of cold against his naked skin as the other guards left. He shut his eyes and tried to breathe using bruised ribs. A hand circled his wrist. He listened to the metallic click of handcuffs being opened. Sanders’s hot breath tickled his ear, and Liam couldn’t keep himself from trembling. Fight, damn you! Move! But he was frozen. The tingling sensation—the one he had come to associate with intense emotion—had gathered enough force now that his skin itched with it. Terror spiked his heart at the feel of a rough hand on his bare back.
    “Not a sound, or they’ll—”
    know you for a fairy.
    “Our little secret. There’s my sweet—”
    Quick fire rage cramped his jaw. Never fucking touch me again, he thought. I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking— He struggled against the sluggish weight of time to shove an elbow backward and into Sanders’s face before the cuff locked into place. —kill you. I’ll— The prickling grew worse, far worse than it had ever been. A swarm of electric insects crowded underneath Liam’s skin. The sensation engulfed him and then devolved into agony and the horrible feeling of bones and muscles stretching into foreign shapes. The cuffs dropped to the concrete floor with a clatter. An overwhelming hatred wrenched control from him. —kill you. Kill YOU. KILL— His vision blurred, and a snarl escaped his clenched teeth. Sanders stumbled, his face lengthening into a soundless shriek. Liam pulled air into his lungs, and an inhuman howl filled the infirmary from floor to ceiling. Sanders clawed at his holster. —YOU. FUCKING KILL YOU. Liam swung. The hand that connected with Sanders’s jaw was coated in black fur and tipped with long obsidian nails. Four long lines of blood appeared just before the wounds gaped, revealing the stark white of bones and teeth. Watching from a numb and distant place behind the rage, Liam felt queasy.
    Sanders stumbled in a panicked retreat, his left cheek in tatters and his eyes bulging. He collided into the desk, tripped over a chair and upended it. Landing with a crash, he scrabbled on the floor from the broken chair like a crab, the ruin of his face soaking his shirt in gore, his jaw moving in odd jerks