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[ At the flash of light across the blade, his eyes widened further. There was no energy to truly panic, but he felt the urge nonetheless. That cold chill of fear.
She is going to kill me. WHY? What did I ever do to her?! ]
Wh-- [ Then her hand was against his lip, blood pooling into that fair-skinned palm. She can't be serious. She can't be saying what he think she's saying. The smell and the sight and the feel of it against his skin made him want to vomit. ]