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... they had been sure Cassius was about to die. His neck had been ripped open, his blood spilling out like a fountain, and Carmela—no, the thing she had become—had been latched onto him like a rabid wolf.
They had already braced themselves for the moment he’d drop lifeless to the ground, a drained husk in her arms.
But now...
Now, Cassius was standing there perfectly fine, casually patting Carmela’s back as she slumped against his chest.
The whole scene had gone from ...
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