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indent Each moment that passed was a moment in which Gabriel began to play out this game in his mind. He believed in strategy as much as real-time choices, but in this case, there was really nothing that could be done except the latter. Anselm was his wild-card, and in some ways, so were Corona and Faolin—as long as one of them stayed with Talitha, the other would be free to strike.
indent The knife twinkled and flashed in the light, reminding him of its presence. Knowing that speed was everything, that timing was everything, Gabriel calculated his steps. The moment he got within striking distance, he slammed his feet into the ground and hurled himself backwards, keeping his chin low and eyes on his half-brother, avoiding the knife blow that was coming and setting Anselm up for his strike.




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