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... e between a gasp and a growl. His mind refused to piece the scene together, to acknowledge the sheer disgust clawing its way up his throat.
His wife—his Angela—was sprawled out in front of him, her body used, ruined, broken. And the man standing over her? Lumian.
Michael’s fingers twitched, small arcs of electricity crackling between them. The lights in the apartment flickered, as if sensing his rage.
Lumian, still inside Angela, glanced over his shoulder at Michael, comp ...
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