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Chapter 4
Chapter 4Ilya couldn’t breathe. His mind screamed at him to run, but he stood pressed against the wall, unable to move. He’d believed Ulric was insane, but the moment Silvan caught up with him, he regretted having kneed Ulric in the balls. Cold had washed over him the second he’d seen Silvan. Ulric’s warning about him being dangerous and how they should catch him rang in his ears. Then he’d realized Silvan was moving too fast; that something wasn’t right. His eyes didn’t change color like Ulric’s had, but his motions were too rapid. He moved soundlessly and in a blink of an eye. While he was a short, slim man, Ilya had never met anyone as strong as he was. There was no way he could have wriggled out of his hold. And then he’d bitten him. Slowly, he raised a shaking hand and touched the
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