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... og rather than beating the collective crap out of us innocent fellows.
"I’m going to get my wounds treated. Can I?"
Celia blinked—just a little too long. For a moment, even she was stunned. But she caught herself fast, her voice crisp and composed.
"Yeah, sure. You can go."
Zyon gave her a small nod and turned, walking off like nothing had happened. No swagger. No dramatics. Just that eerie calm he always had.
Meanwhile, Art pushed himself up from the wrec ...
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