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... stormed in it. The doors slammed back against the wall. Azrael and Rhydric looked up from their quiet conversation.
Eryx stood there, chest rising and falling, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked carved from stone. His eyes burned not just with anger, but with betrayal.
"Alright," he growled, voice low and lethal, "which one of you motherfuckers spread it?"
Azrael raised a brow, nonchalant but sharp. "Spread what, Eryx?"
Eryx’s fists curled. "The rumour that I ...
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