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Evangeline’s POV:
His eyes glimmered with pure hatred, burning so bright and sharp it felt like it could slice through skin. I barely had time to react before he surged forward, his hand snapping around my throat and yanking me forward until we were nose to nose.
His scent flared—pungent, sour, aggressive—a twisted mockery of what it once used to be. My body reacted before my mind could, instinctively trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened.
I couldn’t breathe.
His fingers pressed into my skin, nails digging cruelly into the side of my neck. Panic bloomed in my chest as oxygen was
