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Drezhan

Damn it. Why do I give a fuck about him or the things he said? This is who I am. I take what isn’t meant to be taken. That’s always been my way—ruthless, dominant, untouchable.

But now… something gnaws at me.

Something about Izael hangs still in my mind long after he’s gone. His words echo in my head, looping around the same damn question: why do I care? I don’t even understand it myself.