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... ion like a shard of glass.
Philip’s knuckles were white where he gripped the collar of his brother’s shirt. Eric stared back at him, his own eyes burning with the same intensity. For a long moment, neither moved. Then, hearing his grandmother’s command, Philip’s fingers slowly uncurled. He pushed Eric away with a final, resentful shove while he took a step back. Eric stumbled back a step, straightening his collar with a sharp tug, his gaze never leaving Philip’s face.
Elena spoke ...
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