The Monster's Nemesis
DOMINIC
“I’m sorry, but please explain this to me, Dad,” Viktor said, his voice low and tightly controlled. “How, in the name of motherfucking Christ, did a dead man crawl out of his grave and decide to come after us?”
He looked ready to explode, despite the mask of calm he wore. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with restrained fury.
A tidal wave of new information had just slammed into us—Viktor, Marco, Aurora, and me—and we sat there, trying to process it all with dumbstruck minds.
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