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“Majiks won’t hesitate to jump at your throat. That is what they’ve done.” He casually loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons on his dress shirt. His collarbone was scarred beyond recognition and small chunks of flesh were missing, filled in by tight skin and scarred tissue. He didn’t mind showing this to people. The more who saw, the more who knew how dangerous Majik’s could be.
“I wouldn’t be working here if I had the choice, Selkie.” He muttered, promptly fixing his attire. “I do not allow any nagual clients. Especially those who take on a panther alter-form.”