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... o be not good at all, specifically for him.

“Will you spill? Or should I...” he gestured towards the door with his brows, reminding Azazel that if he lets him step out of the room without responding, he’s marching straight to Roshan.

A look of annoyance contorted his handsome face at Levi’s constant threat but what to do? This mortal shockingly bears the meteor birthmark and now, here’s Levi trying to force the truth out of him, a truth he couldn’t say until his confirmation turn ...

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