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... s fingers tapping lightly on his biceps.
A foul look morphed on his face, and his head stirred with many things that kept him on edge.
’She slammed the door in my face. I? The Reaper. The most terrifying warrior known,’ he thought with a chuckle, but it was dark and soulless, like a self-mockery.
Frustration crawled down his spine, and he popped a hard muscle on his neck multiple times just to relieve some tension, but it did nothing to stem the pressure or the desire in ...
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