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The ice leopard was a white blur of pale muscle on the wind, and the Spartan moved to meet it, spear glinting under the overhead enchantments.
The clash rang out a moment later, muted but sharp, the sound sliding through the private chamber like the strike of flint on steel.
"No one," Vlad said and let the answer hang.
"However," he added, as he met the cold, questioning gaze of Angela, "I am loyal to a great cause. A goal, one that must be achieved no matter the pri ...
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