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Present HE FOUND ME. Damyon. The devil who haunted my worst nightmares. Not the man himself, but the result was the same. This man would take me back to his boss, and the remainder of my days would be a living hell. Fear choked off my airway even more thoroughly than the snarling man maneuvering me inside my apartment. The door slammed shut behind him. “Boss will give me stars for this. His newest vor.” His heavy Russian accent was even harder to understand with alcohol slurring his words. I wanted to scream for help but couldn’t make a sound, which was probably good because Luke would come bounding in and likely end up dead. I couldn’t risk that. I would have to handle this on my own. STOP PANICKING. You absolutely do not have that luxury. You have to think. I gave myself a mental
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