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... e like a knife.
The child stood beside Kaida, his little fists clenched so tight his knuckles had gone white.
His eyes watered with angry tears as he glared at Viktor with all the fury a six-year-old could muster—which, surprisingly, was quite a lot.
"Cough!" Viktor, realizing his mistake in the heat of the moment, coughed before ruffling the boy’s hair. Turning toward Toby, he said, "Come here, little dragon. It was just a mosquito—"
He moved, stepping out of the ...
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