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CHAPTER 25

I stormed out of the warehouse, blood dripping from my knuckles, breath coming in short, furious bursts. The night air hit my face like ice, but nothing could cool the inferno roaring through my chest.

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ink. ache. devotion. ✧ love that wounds ;⁠)