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... Gunnar’s crossbow twanged as the third bolt launched. Xavier watched with a smug satisfaction that quickly shifted into horror as the projectile sailed past the Vorthak’s ear, disappearing into the snowy underbrush beyond.
"Fuck me," Xavier muttered.
The beast’s jaws opened, saliva dripping between those needle-sharp teeth. Death was coming, and it wore a coat of crystalline fur.
Xavier’s hand scrabbled in the snow beside him, fingers numbing against the cold. They brush ...
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