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... us, his hand resting on the woman’s shoulder. She was clearly frightened, but, when she looked up at him, flames of defiance danced in her eyes.
“Bah – worry about yourself, child,” she spat. “These so-called Immortals won’t break me. Not after everything I’ve been through. Mark my words, they’ll meet a bad end. Meddling with things they don’t understand will get them killed. Or worse.”
Atticus had his money on the second option. The Immortals lived up to their names, and as far ...
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