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... My Second Skin
"YOU DARE!"
Crystal’s voice cracked the air like a psionic whip.
Her fury was not a subtle thing — not the kind that simmers or simpers. No, Crystal’s wrath was the full-body tremor of a queen whose divine supremacy had just been undermined by some feral cunt with too many legs and not enough sense.
The Stalker — this twitchy, chronically solitary offshoot of the Hive that had spent gods-knew-how-many millennia marinating in isolation-induced madnes ...
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