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... will wrinkle."
Lying on top of his bed with his face buried in his pillow, Azriel merely hummed. A flask rested loosely in his left hand. A Desert Eagle hung loosely from his right.
"If someone else, like a maid, walked in right now, they might mistake this for a suicide scene..."
Jasmine muttered under her breath.
Her eyes narrowed in worry as she stared at his neck. There were clear scratch marks there, raw and red, with dried blood staining his skin and seeping ...
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