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The creature rose from the gruesome chaos it had wrought, its eyes no longer glazed over. The skin on his hands were smudged black with ink and charcoal, as were his tattered clothes. His unruly dark curls framed his piercing jade eyes as he traced the lines of my face in the smoky room.
Myrin lunged at me, teeth bared and fangs missing. My arms were pinned against the wood of the bunk bed and he leaned his face over my neck and whispered...
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Full description in part one of the book