CHAPTER 44

DARIUS

He lunged first, of course—fast, annoyingly so—each jab more like a taunt than a strike. His movements were precise, mocking, his grin widening with every dodge I gave him.

"You’re fucking off today, Darius,” Xander drawled, weaving just out of reach, grin wide and infuriating.

“What...

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