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ze evaporating, replaced by a sharp, predato

he whispered, his voic

ing out as if to touch my cheek, to confirm I wa

hat was pure, undiluted disgust. The movement was too proud, too defiant for

he demanded, his voice losing its

was supposed to feel. "My name is Anitra, sir," I

ht in a memory. A twisted, mocking smile suddenly spre

name. It was a soft, mou

ler, felt like being plunged into ice water. My blood ran cold. M

t words sen

to the memory than to me, "my fiancée, she had eyes just like

dom girl who happened to look like the woman he'd b

ncholy. "A tragedy." He let out a short, bitter laugh. "They don't know the truth. They don't know that the

massacre on innocent rogues and smearing my

unadulterated rage. It shook my entire body. He didn't

ad just been obedient, if she had understood what was necessary... w

now. It doe

bout a piece of furni

just fray. It vaporized. The cold, calculated plan to use the metal scrap di

the cold. He deserve

way from the bridge, away fro

instant,

e, explosive burst of strength. I launched myself forward, slamming my sh

surprise. Unprepared, drunk, an

ed forward, his body tipping over t

nd, he seemed to

king splash, he hit the

rning water where he was struggling and sputtering, and a wild, terrifying sense of elation