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I lift a shoulder as Anton’s thrashes mixed with his raw struggles for breath echo in the air. “Maks, please,” she begs him, but he’s still not hearing her. Judging by the reddening of her brother’s face, he probably has about a minute left before he crosses to the other side. If not less. Sasha looks at me with tears clinging to her eyes. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “For ever loving a monster like you.” My jaw clenches and I’m tempted to suffocate the f**k out of her, but I’m not sure I won’t kill her if I do that. “Let him go, Maksim.” My guard doesn’t seem to be listening, so I push him, destabilizing his elbow from Anton’s neck. “I said to let him go.” He stares at me as if he just came out of a trance, which might as well be the case. Anton coughs, the sound raw in the giant sp
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