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61. The Panic of the King
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2026-09-18 00:05:03Dominic’s POV
The mechanical detachment I had forced upon my mind over the last fourteen hours disintegrated in a single, catastrophic heartbeat.Under my palm, her skin wasn’t burning with the righteous fury of a trapped mastermind. It wasn’t hot with the fever of a infected wound. It was marble. It was a stagnant, radiating frost that leaked into my bones, a terrifying, lifeless chill that made my wolf instantly let out a sharp, frantic whine of pure, unadulterated terror.Th
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