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... uld’ve easily stepped right and made him look like a fool swinging at empty air. But that was going to be so lame—because what excuse would I have for retaliation? Can’t exactly pummel a teammate for missing.
I frowned darkly as I swung my face back toward him, working my jaw.
’Guess I don’t need an excuse now.’
"What?"
His face was twisted in rage, features contorted like something feral. His voice came out hoarse, raw, like he’d been screaming. Fresh out of horr ...
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