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... too dim. The air in here was thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee that Mordred always left brewing.
Lysander and I had raced here after that horrifying video call from Maddox, my heart was pounding the whole way with visions of Lesley bound and terrified against the chair, flashing like nightmares.
Lysander had driven, his good hand gripping the wheel tight with his face set in that determined mask he wore when things got bad.
"We’ll wait here," he’d said, as ...
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