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... is chest rose and fell, heart pounding like a drum against his ribs.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
he muttered, forcing a weak laugh as if laughter could erase fear. His tone trembled, not with courage, but with denial... like a child refusing to believe in the monster lurking under his bed.
But Veythor did not share his relief. His crimson eyes remained sharp, carved with caution. He did not look at Raika, nor at the snake itself, but at the trail of blood it left ...
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