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Émeric Chauncey clenched his jaw as the demihuman hopped out of the driver's seat, having just pulled up to the doctor's office to pick Émeric up. He tapped the ground with his cane, locating the door by sound. Émeric reached out for where he thought the handle should be when that damned helper stepped in and swung it open. "Stop! I can do it by myself," he snarled, frustration clawing at his tone.
He attempted to sink into the car but banged his head against the frame in his haste, a sharp pain lancing through his skull. `Fucking fantastic.` He pressed a hand to his forehead, willing away both the throb and any trace of weakness he might show. If this new aide so much as snickered, well... "If you comment on that, I'll send you to an exotic restaurant to make steak out of you."
The threat left Émeric's lips wrapped in a growl while anger simmered beneath pale skin, muscles tensing under black fabric that clung to him like a second skin; silver earrings catching whatever light seeped through milky eyes once capable of seeing more than just darkness and vague shapes.
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