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Demetrius glanced at him. His eyes were the color of polished obsidian. His brows pulled together, and the three small silver rings in his eyebrow glinted in the low light. “She’ll be different, afterward. She won’t be the same woman she is now. In fact, she won’t be Lumina anymore at all.” “What the hell does that mean? How could she not be herself?” Demetrius exhaled a heavy breath, passing a hand over his face. “All I know is that Lumina won’t exist anymore, not in the way she does now.” Magnus whirled around and faced Demetrius. “You said she would survive! You intimated it, when I asked if there was anything you needed to tell me, you shook your head no—” “She’ll live,” Demetrius insisted, his voice growing louder to match Magnus’s. “But she won’t be Lumina. I don’t know how to be
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