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... ster surveyed Count Doane, frozen into an ice statue, and habitually pinched his own chin.
The Honey Badger standing quietly beside did just now shrink its pupils suddenly.
She had seen similar expressions before—those were the desire-filled gazes of the Sons of the Moon when they scanned their young blood servants. Just like how a chef eagerly looked at a prime cut of beef, pondering how to slice and cook it.
As an Upper-Level Demon, and particularly as a demon with spec ...
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