Chapter 11

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The question halted him. The victims often begged and cried and pleaded, but none had ever been so direct.

The boiling heat inside him began to seep from his eyes. He leaned close to her so she could feel it.

"No," he said. "I'm not Hox Grent. I'm someone far more blessed."

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