Chapter hundred and twenty five

Dallas

There was only roaring in my head as I punched Sylvie in the face. Nothing else. I wanted blood. I wanted to mar her skin with bruises and watch as blood seeped through them. I wanted to kill her.

Sylvie's cry pierced through my rage and the fog cleared, just a bit. I saw the blood tricklin...

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