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... s jutted from the busted doorframe, the counter sagged under a fresh dent, and glass shards glinted sharp in the dim light—a wreckage of violence still warm, the echo of fists and snarls hanging thick.
Kael was slumped beside Rhea at the dining table. He pressed an ice pack to his broken nose—cold biting his swollen skin, blood crusting in streaks down his chin—and winced as his ribs twinged, bruised from Dreck's blows.
His hazel eyes flicked to the takeout bag, grease-soaked and ...
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