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Michael felt the girl fighting against him, but he remained steady, like a stone, she was more like a child on him, even when she'd elbowed him, he'd hardly felt it, more like a little tap more like it. He watched Dean's brows furrow, the tugging and toying with the claw deep in his body was not a pleasurable sensation and that much was obvious when the boy reached for his collar and demanded that he yank the thing out of him.

"I was just about to."

Veratos shrank back, as though shocked by lightning, at the second she'd done this, Michael mercilessly and effortlessly ripped the claw from the kid, blood gushing out in a heavy and mesmerizing stream, soaking him in crimson plasma that didn't smelled anything but apatizing. What was with this sudden recoiling he felt? Normally the pureblood would go crazy at even the slightest hint of blood hitting the air. But at the smell of this, he wasn't attracted to. Odd.