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... ack at him. Fear warred with determination, until at last his trembling grip steadied. This was the only way. He raised the blade, just high enough to graze his skin,
A hand shot out, seizing his wrist.
Startled, Noah shoved back instinctively. The blade slipped, nicking flesh.
A sharp scent filled the air, rusty like iron, warm and thick. The smell of blood.
His fangs ached instantly. His horror doubled when he lifted his gaze and saw whose face hovered inches fr ...
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