“He thought about the days he couldn’t sleep for wondering whether Z was going to make it because he refused to drink from female vampires and insisted on getting by on human blood. He thought of the aching sadness he had every time he looked at his twin’s ruined face.Then he thought of the night he’d faced off at his own mirror and cut off his hair and dragged a blade down his own forehead and his own cheek so he could look like Z . . . so he could take his twin’s place and be at the mercy of a... lesser’s sadistic vengeance.He thought of the leg he’d shot off to save them both.Phury looked over his shoulder. “No. I remember everything. All of it.”With no remorse whatsoever, he dematerialized and re-assumed form on Trade Street.Facing off at ZeroSum, his heart and his head screaming, he was called forth to cross the road like he’d been chosen for this mission of self-destruction, tapped on the shoulder, beckoned forward by the bony forefinger of his addiction.He couldn’t fight the invite.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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