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Salvador gulped, wincing and twisting away when the small movement made his Adam’s apple graze the tip of the blade of the large sword Gia held.
He didn’t know how that was possible on the astral plane, but this hellhole didn’t work like any place he’d ever heard about.
“I, uh, I got the necklace from Logan—well, Serin and Logan.”
The blade pulled back, but only by a centimeter. Gia stared down, her dark brown eyes boring into him as if she were staring directly into his soul.
“I was s-sent here to find you,” he stammered.
Gia didn’t respond, continuing to stand over him like the Archangel Michael, weighing his worth. Only she was fiercer and more beautiful than any angel Salvador had ever seen in a painting.
“Damn,” he muttered aloud, immediately regretting it when Gia raised the
