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... still smelled of blood and dust, heavy with the echo of Saki’s laughter fading into the night. My pulse thundered in my ears, but it wasn’t fear anymore. It was hunger. A hunger that matched the trembling woman pressed against me.
Rika’s nails dug into my shirt as if I were the only thing tethering her to reality. Her body quivered, her breath ragged, her wide eyes flickering between panic and something rawer, something that had been buried deep under years of restraint.
"Renji.. ...
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