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when the king losses control

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Chapter 10:

LUCIAN

The pliers felt heavy in my hand. Cold metal pressed against my palm. I walked around the chair slowly. My footsteps echoed off the concrete walls. The man's head hung low. Blood dripped from his mouth. Each drop hit the floor. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"The children," I said. My voice was calm. "Where are they?"

He lifted his head. His left eye was swollen completely shut. Purple and black. The right eye glared at me through blood and pain. He spat. The glob of blood and saliva hit
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He needs to ruin Damien, destroy his pack and get her son back for her
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