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Everything. Hurt.
Darce groaned, rolled onto his side and cracked open an eyelid.
“f**k. s**t. Crapping hell!”
Pain drove hot knives right through his skull as he lay on the metal floor. What the hell had they hit him with? He remembered the fight and the hybrid beating the ever-loving crap out of him. Then the lights had gone out, lycans and bloods crashing through the doors to tear into the crowd gathered around the cage baying for blood. His blood. In the end, it had been theirs washing over the concrete floor.
The second the screaming had started, the hybrid had laid off him. Instead of pounding Darce into a bloody mush, he’d simply sat down in the middle of the cage and started to meditate. f*****g meditate, of all things. Darce had staggered against the cage for a second. Sim
