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... eyes locked on Azrael’s motionless form.
"Damn it..." he whispered, voice hoarse.
His mind, heart, every single organs in his body was in total mess.
He dropped to one knee beside him, trembling hands hovering, not daring to touch.
The scent of blood and silver hung thick in the air.
Ian could heal him.
That was the only thing Rhydric clung to the only thread keeping him from losing his damn mind.
Eryx stumbled toward the door, his breath ...
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