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... punch, but from the weight of everything crashing at once. Lucien’s fist was still tangled in my collar, his eyes burning into mine like he wanted to tear me apart piece by piece.

"I said..." his voice trembled, not with fear, but with fury, "...what. did. you. do. to. her?" he said through his gritted teeth, counting each word.

My throat choked, and a strange emotion washed over me. Guilt, maybe, but something more. The look in his eyes wasn’t casual. He looked like he could rip ...

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