"Let go of me."Filip turned his head slowly to see who spoke. Zen Riftan stood before him with a stomach-sinking glare. Filip froze, and then he dropped me to the ground. Pain shot through me. My body convulsed, and I gasped for air. Tears leaked from my eyes as my lungs finally inhaled—desperate, burning—and contracted again. I saw Riftan’s face twist. The wrath in his eyes? Unforgiving. Irredeemable."Riftan," Filip seethed, baring his fangs. "Glad to see you finally come. I’ve been awaiting your arrival.""I see you’re prepared already in your true form, Filip," Riftan replied, calm but deadly. "If you could spare me a few minutes so that I can shift, that would be splendid.""Oh, I will," Filip nodded, gesturing mockingly. "Go on. Shift."Riftan walked over to me. He looked down at me—his eyes lingering on the reddish marks Filip left on my neck. I could feel them swell already, burning with humiliation. I coughed, struggling to lift my head. His expression shifted—sad, gentle. I
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