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COME TO PAPA! A.C.’S PRIZED TEETH GROUND AGAINST EACH

other in anticipation—and this time he didn’t give a fly-ing fuck that a few broke off. Breakfast was about to be served.

“AAAnngggeeelll!”

Of course the pup had to be yelling underwater.

A.C. wanted to clean out his ears. Too bad they were on the dorsal side of his head and he couldn’t reach them. Hades. Didn’t the pup have anything else to say? Another tone he could use?

If only he could surge in and grab him, but A.C. was still a few yards too far out, and the water was becoming too shallow for him to be able to function properly. And if there was one thing a Hammerhead liked to do, it was function properly. He was a veritable killing machine created by the gods. He hadn’t missed any prey yet.

Except that Mer…

Yeah. Much as he hated to admit it, the fact that Angel had gotten away did count as a miss. Couldn’t have that. He had a 100 percent EVA. Earned Victim Average. He’d put a lot of effort into it.

A.C. strummed his