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... off her terminal.
Her palm was now drenched with blood.
I must have scratched her with my fingernail. I could feel Butcher’s brain, which was about to go into a fit of rage, instantly cool down.
“…… sorry.”
I was still very angry, but I apologized and licked her hand. I licked it. Abigail’s blood, however, was surprisingly unappetizing.
As I instructed Niblo to apply a spider thread as the bandage to the wound, Abigail put her other hand on my cheek and turn me towa ...
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