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Chapter 344: Alistair Cain 4
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... aturated with the scent of burning wax and the faint, metallic promise of blood.
Selene lay very still, though her pulse betrayed her—fluttering beneath her skin like a moth desperate to escape a jar.
Alistair watched her without blinking, the way a scholar examines a specimen placed under glass.
Not prey.
Not lover.
But an outlet for his twisted urges.
He touched her wrist first, not to restrain her but to feel the cadence of her blood. His finger ...
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