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... ot on his side.
The right-hand man rasped out a low groan as he rolled on his side to avoid the light.
Concussion, check. Busted lip and black eye? Absolutely. His muscles were only fire as well. Millions of tiny demonic flames poking stabbing with every move he made.
He probably should have been glad nothing was broken. At least not that he could feel yet...
Instead, 'fuck him' were the first words Alonoso mouthed the moment he had the energy to get his mouth wor ...
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