“I told you. I’ll hunt you to the four corners of the continent.” “I thought you were being—” “What?” “Dramatic,” I rasp, feeling each of his breaths crush me further into the stone, grinding me down. His gaze drops to my lips, up again. “It’s not in my nature to spit words without purpose.” “Well,” I scoff. “I wouldn’t know.” “Then I’ll repeat.”
— Apr 17, 2026 07:23AM
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