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... ers into fists as he walked down the corridor, slow and deliberate, boots echoing off the stone walls. The scent of blood, a strong scent that was thick, metallic, sharp, lingered in his nose, a reminder of what he had done. Of what he hadn’t finished.
He had broken the last heir of Thunder Paw. Reduced him to a sobbing, begging wreck. The bastard had pleaded for death, cursed him, offered him secrets and names, promises of surrender.
But Zayn hadn’t given him death. Not yet. He ...
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