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Chapter Thirteen - Defy Me

Author: Kristy Pearson
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-12-07 22:25:18

(The Devil)

Pain.

Real pain. Not the distant echo of a blade that never quite reached him, not the dull, background ache of ancient wounds long since turned to myth—this was sharp, immediate, present pain that lit up his nerves like a struck sigil.

The spear tore into his back-left shoulder with a force he had not felt in centuries. The wood punched through fur, past hide, scraping through muscle like fire-tipped teeth. Hot blood surged around the wound, spilling in thick rivulets down his flan
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