He Might Devour Her

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Christopher’s fist crashed into Thomas’s jaw with a sickening crack, the impact reverberating through his knuckles as he winced a bit. The force sent Thomas staggering backward, his feet fumbling for balance as he hit the ground with a hard thud. A sharp, bitter laugh rumbled from his throat as he slowly lifted his chin, rolling his jaw from side to side like he was testing if it was still intact. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, pooling onto the cold concrete beneath them. Christopher stood over him, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with a racing heart. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the skin of his knuckles raw and burning, but the ache was nothing compared to the rage coursing through his veins. His heart pounded against his ribs, his muscles co

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