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... Drenched in sweat, he pushed himself upright, the sheets clinging to his bare torso. His teeth ground together as he staggered to his feet. His body trembled, shivers running wild beneath his skin.
’What was that...?’
Those hands—right before he woke.
He’d barely gotten a proper glimpse, yet the instant he did he felt something... something truly evil.
Pure evil.
A strange, nostalgic ache lodged itself in Azriel’s chest as the memory of those hands surfac ...
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