[That shift in weight is all Dimitri needs. With one last burst of feral adrenaline, he grabs Felix’s ankle (tight, too tight) and throws him off him. The instant that Felix’s back hits the ground, Dimitri is back on his feet and pouncing. He lands, hunched over Felix’s body, with the lot of his weight pinning Felix down by his waist.
Dimitri’s hand is wrapped around Felix’s neck, and there’s a wild look in his eye – not quite the same as the boar’s.] You were saying?
[He can feel that fine vein of Felix’s neck under his fingers. He can hear it pulsing. His breath stutters.]
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Dimitri’s hand is wrapped around Felix’s neck, and there’s a wild look in his eye – not quite the same as the boar’s.] You were saying?
[He can feel that fine vein of Felix’s neck under his fingers. He can hear it pulsing. His breath stutters.]