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... thorne?
Of all the people I expected to step between me and a pack of bloodthirsty elites, his name wasn’t even a whisper in the back of my mind.
But it was him.
It was definitely him.
I would recognize that face anywhere, sharp-jawed, cold-eyed, effortlessly arrogant. His presence used to command entire rooms. Once, the elite bowed when he passed, and every word him and his sister spoke felt like a decree.
But that was before everything shattered.
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