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... each other’s throats. The atmosphere was cozy and lush, an ideal time for a pleasant evening, but not for these two. All they could smell was blood and each other’s murderous intent.
Spector’s movements contradicted his previous demeanor. They were violent and aggressive. He seemed desperate and deeply wounded within.
This was exactly what Halo had wanted. It gave him control over the fight’s tempo, but Spector’s raw power was something he hadn’t anticipated.
With his sh ...
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