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“Never!” I grinned “Hot blood Cold blood I don’t care I’ anywhere”

She laughed as I lifted her “Declan!”

DECLAN—PRESENT

Reaching over, I touched her skin again, and it was colder Dead…my skin arm Hers was cold

Because she was dead

Reaching up, I clenched my chest; it hurt

It burned

Like claws ripping through my flesh

“Ah…” I leaned over, trying to breathe

“Dad!”

Looking up, I stared at my Cora…my cold Cora

“Ahh!”

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“Does the wolf apologize

when it stands on top?