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... kind either—the kind that sings to some old, primal part of you and makes your shoulder sting after. The kind that echoes.
Director Connor's head snapped to the side, slamming into the brass wall of the corridor. Blood smeared against the velvet trim. He stumbled but didn't fall. So I gave him another.
And another.
A snarl ripped from my throat as I threw him against the window, his comm shattering under the force. He grunted, a wheezing sound slipping past gritted teeth. ...
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