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... s dismay, he only had an instant to tilt his neck aside with sharp instinct.
A chill crawled up his spine as an invisible hook-shaped projectile whizzed past his neck.
It was so close it made the hairs on his skin rise while his heart slammed once in his chest, but even with all that, his face didn’t flinch.
Instead, his brows furrowed deeply and locked into sharp concentration, as he inhaled slowly and grounded himself.
Instantly deciding on his action, he let ou ...
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