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... ing fingertips.
Beneath her, Damien was no longer the composed, terrifying King of the Capital. He was a raw nerve, his body arching off the leather sofa in spasms of agony. His shirt was already torn open, revealing a chest slick with cold sweat, the muscles coiled so tight they looked like they might snap the bone.
"Hurry," he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut, his head thrashing against the cushion. "It feels like... burning. Everywhere."
Aria didn’t hesitate anymore. She ...
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