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Chapter 92: Edge
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... ve, arms flung wide, the concrete slipping beneath his feet. There was no thought—only instinct, only the memory of Gabriel’s voice, his eyes, the feeling of his hands cupping Kant’s face.
Kant caught him mid-air.
Their bodies collided with a harsh thud, the impact ripping the breath from his lungs. But Kant locked his arms around Gabriel’s torso and held tight.
They were falling.
The city blurred around them—windows streaking by like electric rain, wind making it ...
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