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... k tension choked the air as glass crunched beneath my boots. The curtains had been ripped from the rods, the heavy drapes lying in tangled, velvet piles on the floor. Damon had kicked over the wine stand, crimson liquid bled across the marble like spilled blood. Kael was breathing heavily in the corner, having just driven his fist through the ancient painting our father once prized. And I...I stood in the center of it all, chest rising with every ragged breath, my eyes wild.
"Damn her!" ...
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