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She half-growled at him, her metal fist rising in front of her, clenched.

“You should be damned grateful you’re a fuckin’ kid. Or you’d be so screwed right now.” She had to keep reminding herself, that this was in fact a child. No hitting children.

The Earl didn’t even flinch.

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” he teased, his eyes then focusing on the metal arm quickly after. Ciel had no interest in threats, nor did he worry about them. As long as he had Sebastian, he was safe until he fulfilled his wish. “How peculiar. Why is your limb metal?”