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Damon grabbed his cheek. Blood poured between his fingers, coating his hand and running down his sleeve. “You b***h!”
Mackenzie’s eyes widened. He pulled his hand away, and she saw the white of his cheekbone through the blood. The blade was far sharper than she expected, and it cut deep.
Damon put his hand over his cheek again and lunged toward Mackenzie.
She swung the blade again, catching his hand this time. He grunted as blood dripped from the tip of his index finger. Mackenzie already believed he might be indestructible, but seeing him bleeding and still moving on her made her wonder if he really was invincible.
Mackenzie backed up, her instinct telling her to flee even though she knew she had the advantage on him at the moment.
Damon’s eyes tracked her movement. He moved towa
