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Blood-Kissed Sky (Darkness Before Dawn)

“Surprise,” he finally says, wadding up his balaclava and tossing it onto a nearby chair. But he doesn’t smile, and he doesn’t seem particularly happy to be here—but then I’m not particularly happy about it, either. “You can’t come with me,” I say. “Not your call.” “No, no, no. You don’t understa...