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Forty-One
Adrian Nightshade My anger boiled within me like a volcano ready to erupt. How dare this summoner lay a hand on Stella? The mere thought of anyone harming her sent a surge of fury coursing through my veins. My fingers coiled around Lucas's neck, my vampiric instincts urging me to siphon the very life force from him. It was a dark desire, a primal urge to take vengeance on behalf of the girl who had captured my heart. Lucas's face contorted in a grotesque display of fear and desperation as he struggled for breath. His once-tan skin was rapidly losing color, paling under the tightening grip of my vampiric strength. Saliva foamed at the corners of his mouth, and his feeble fingers clawed at my ironclad hold, but they were as useless as the flapping wings of a trapped moth. In that tense
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