chapter 80
Amora Shock rootsme to the floor, my heart lurching in surprise as the shadow marks on Kian’s body wave like a flag of warning. What the hell? Rue’s potion should have put him so far under that even a nuclear explosion wouldn’t wake him. His shadows, that goddamn magic inside him, warned him of impending danger like they’re f*****g sentient. Before I can slam the knife between his ribs, Kian’s hand shoots up, quick as a striking snake, and his fingers latch onto my right wrist. He twists, and my hand seizes from the pressure on my joints. I let out a pained grunt and lose my hold on the knife. With his other hand, he slams his forearm into my left wrist as my blade goes skittering across the floor. Motherfucker. I snarl at him, throwing a punch at his jaw. My knuckles slam into his u
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