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... . Lucian’s words were a contrast to the heat of his grip—firm and steady.
"My shoes tore when I was being chased," she said, her voice hoarse, a faint tremour betraying the fear still clinging to her. Remembering the corrupted vampire, she blurted in a rush, "That corrupted vampire is—"
"Is dead," Lucian interrupted flatly.
Her breath caught. Dead? Surely, the creature hadn’t died on its own. And considering they were now alone, it wasn’t difficult to guess who had ended ...
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