MEND ME IF YOU CAN.
His laughter slithered out, low and poisonous, winding through the rain-soaked air until it wrapped around Soren’s spine.
“Oh, this is perfect,” Dain purred. “Absolutely perfect. My broken little Soren, standing in the ruins of all his illusions. Everyone betrays you. Everyone lies. Except me.” His lips stretched into something dangerous, hungry. “I never pretended to be anything but your monster. And still—” his eyes glimmered, sharp as fangs “—you came back to me.”
“Shut up!” Travian’s roar split the storm, raw desperation twisting it into something feral. He staggered forward, fury burning through his battered body. But the stranger’s gun jerked up, halting him in place with cold finality
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