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Chapter 161 It's Too Late

Hunter’s POV

It was too late. My hand was on the doorknob and it was already swinging open.

There was no turning back now.

Reg wailed. ‘I can smell her blood! Jane’s hurt! Jane’s dying! Jane’s dead!’

The buzzing in my ears drowned out his mournful howls. Everything was moving in slow motion as I finished easing open the door.

I took it all in whilst observing nothing other than the most heart-breaking thing I’d seen since… since...

The present was so horrifying it eclipsed even my darkest memories.

Jane was lashed securely to a metal table. My heart broke and, somewhere through the haze of my heartache, all I could think was: she must be so cold.

Her limbs stuck out at odd angles. Blood covered her.

But worst of all was her face. It was empty. It was like someone had made a perfect physical copy of her but had left out the most important part: her soul. The waxy figurine atop the metal table looked like Jane, broken and bruised but still my Jane, only without the bright spark of de
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