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... reak any moment from now. His eyes were fixated on the entrance of his tent, slightly narrowed. The tension so thick one would cut it with a knife. They said there was nothing like an angry royal vampire.
Tieron walked in, his hands rested on his back. The smirk, usually on his face, was quick to disappear when his eyes locked with Brandon’s.
Slamming his fists against the table, Brandon stood. His long claws had now dug into his palms. Drops of his own blood trickled down the ta ...
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