Bloodlines of the Fallen

nd of place anyone stu

ived in the forgotten corners of the city. No signs. No invit

ad never neede

t rattled through the floorboards. Smoke drifted lazily above the crowd, the room half-lit by the glow of neon tracing the bar

barely

was alread

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spilled loosely over her shoulders, the faintest trace of rain still lingering on the ti

, the way her eyes flicked toward the mirror behind th

like a shadow cutting across the dance floor. By the ti

e slid into the seat beside her.

in fully. It had been three years since they'd last stood this close. She hadn't changed

as somethin

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e buying me drinks inste

t there was no humor in it. "If I wanted you de

n eyebrow. "Tha

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ing just enough to cut beneath the music. "I c

drunk to care about anything beyond the next round. But the two men se

k's

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know you're he

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toward the far corne

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at, gaze settling firmly on

er fingers traced the rim of h

territory," she said final

n't blink.

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to a thin line. "It wa

didn't need to hear h

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ouched drink down

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d and unyielding. "It will be i

hink what

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d. His voice was calm, but the weigh

le shifted slightly, watching

re alone," Darius said, his

alone when

yes darken

e from his seat, murmuring something to the other b

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as alrea

ero's stretched long and narrow, lined with old brick and buzzing lights. The ma

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exit, Darius grabbed him by the collar, slamming hi

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t Darius's wrist. "I Isla

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and for a brief second,

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s breath

oftly it was

Marek who