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... mid-motion, his expression darkening as he stared at the man before him.
What did he mean by "If I die, Sinclair won’t live either"?
That tone of absolute certainty—had this bastard planted some kind of trap?!
"You heard me perfectly well, didn’t you?"
Micheal’s face twisted in pain, yet his bloodstained lips curled into a sick, shadowy smirk.
"Go ahead, do it," he rasped, his crimson eyes locked onto Ramsey, his voice ragged as if torn from his throat. ...
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