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The wind tore through the shattered window of the compound, flapping the torn curtain like a war flag. Isla stood at the center of the room, crimson stains on her palms, her heart thundering in the aftermath of what she'd done.
"You had no choice," Kael murmured, his voice barely audible above the storm outside.
She didn't look at him. She couldn
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