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... wly, each step heavier than the last.
The entire house was in shambles.
Walls cracked. Frames torn. Furniture shattered like it had been through a hurricane. But it wasn’t a storm that did this. It was Cayden. His rage.
It was swallowing the whole house.
I spotted Dad and Leon standing at a distance, trying to hold back—but neither dared approach him directly. His aura was molten, dangerous. The moment his eyes landed on us—no, on Hazel—they both flinched.
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