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Chapter 56:

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I push myself off the hard, cold ground, my breath ragged and uneven, the gritty dirt clinging unpleasantly to my palms and clothing.

My eyes never, ever leave him. The intense awareness that floods me is not just fear; it is the absolute, paralyzing certainty of imminent danger.

Malakai.

He stands casually just beyond the deep tree line, half-shrouded in the impenetrable shadow, his lips curved in that familiar, taunting smirk.

The kind of look that feels exactly like a slow-moving knife pressed against my throat—deliberate, meant to make me bleed internally before I even realize the wound is there.

"You're too predictable, little hybrid," he drawls, his voice smooth as the finest silk and twice as inherently dangerous, carrying effortlessly across the small clearing. "That singular character flaw will get you killed far faster than I'd like. I prefer to savor the destruction."

Erica stiffens beside me, her own body lowering instinctively into a tight, defensive stance, her attenti
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