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- There was a flash of something on the edge of his vision—no, in his mind. Just a flicker, a nuisance, a brief instant of disgust or regret. He almost dropped her but held firm and called to the blood racing through Beauregard’s veins, commanding it, drawing on it, crimson erupting from her mouth, ears, and eyes. The blood poured over his fingers and wrist, hot enough to steam in the breath-stealing cold.
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