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“Hello, Dr. Lecter.”
Hannibal froze, as much for the sharp edge in the familiar voice as for the curved one pressed to his throat.
“Hello, Will.” His voice was low, one could believe in caution. “You’re a little early for your appointment.”
“Thought it would be good to get the jump on things.”
Hannibal smiled, relaxing slightly in the other man’s grip. “That’s very proactive of you. It’s good to see you taking such control of your therapy.”
Will hesitated, and then released him.
Hannibal turned, and smiled at the dark gleam in his mongoose’s eye.
“Where shall we begin?”