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Sohn snorted. “I don’t want to talk right now.”

Tänzer snarled quietly. “Manners, Sohn.”

“Thanks, Jarson.” Sohn said between his jagged teeth, listening to his mother. He was not in the mood to speak with anyone after what had happened in the forest. He was afraid something would slip out of his stupid mouth.