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... tyard, wind whistling through his ripped, bloodied cloak as he stood facing Matt. The air between them was charged, the last spark of the storm still burning in the charred sky.
Matt's eyes narrowing, fists curled, fire dancing on the tips of his fingers. Chest heaving and falling with each labored breath, hair messy and wild, eyes blazing with uncontrollable rage.
"You betrayed me," Matt snarled, his tone low and dangerous. "You left me to die. You turned everyone against me." < ...
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