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The Pheonix

"Sephora!" Ambrose bellowed as he knelt before her, his hands shaking with barely restrained fury. Sending the earth trembling in his anguish, Ambrose peered at his mate's face for any sign that she was alive. But her beautiful ashen face was perfectly still, no movement what so ever.

He was crying, crying uncontrollably, as he brushed her auburn hair off her pale face. Pressing two fingers on the place at her neck, checking for a pulse - though he knew he would not find one. His mate, is wonderful, brilliant mate. The world trembled again under the Lord's mighty rage.

Ambrose's men were still fighting all around him. Vince's armies hadn't yet retreated, and were still trying to get to the veil-stones. But Ambrose didn't care. All he cared about, the one person in his life that made him start to think immortality hadn't been a curse - was dead. Taken, by Vince. Vince... Ambrose could feel that dark side of him scratching at his skin, begging him to set it free - to cleave the world in
Mark Favour

What did you think about Sephora's resurrection? Did you call it? What did you think about Brigand? What does this mean for Joe and Ravyn?

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