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... ith a trembling hand.
"What the hell just happened?"
Nereva shot Roman a sidelong glance. "Go home, little soldier. Tell your boss the Dark Hand won’t tolerate interference."
Roman, breath ragged, body still thrumming with pain, locked eyes with Constantin, his gaze burning. Blood still seeped from the gash in his side, dripping onto the debris-strewn ground—shards of metal and organic remnants of Nereva’s tentacles.
"You’re really abandoning your garden?" Roman’s ...
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