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... y’s expression. He stepped closer, his shoes clicking softly against the polished floor. It was as if the king of Yama was hovering over him.
"Why are you panicking?" Clyde asked quietly. "Did you really think you could harm Micah? That I would let you?"
Darcy bit the inside of his cheek, tasting iron. He forced his shoulders to relax, though every muscle screamed at him to run. He needed to stay composed, to appear unfazed, clueless even. That was the only way to survive.
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