“I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites
you in—my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I needed any of that!”
Suddenly she was just a blur. I blinked and she’d vanished; then she
was standing beneath the same tree as before, having circled the entire
meadow in a fraction of a second.
“As if you could outrun me,” she said bitterly.

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