No Longer Your Spare Part: The Luna's Revenge
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in my world, vibrating through my s
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. They were harvesting my marrow jus
ervation window, be
aws of death, stood there. He wasn't look
he one who healed him.
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napped me back
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e wet, ragged sound of my own screams. I was strapped to a cold metal table, limbs heavy with wol
ed, his mask splattered with my blood. "Isabella's levels
er life. To m
rom previous resections. My blood count was so low I was constantly dizzy. And now, they
lpha Giovanni, stood there, arms crossed, eyes f
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abella's hand as she lay on the adjacent b
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snapped me bac
hip. Phantom pain flared, the
gh heavy velvet curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in
my hands. Tremb
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. One year. I had exactly one year
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olfless daughter. The spare parts inventory. He didn't know about t
ng a folder, "you are going to Lon
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desperate to be near Dante, hoping he'd realiz
e clinic where they could harvest my blood remotely, shipping c
asked, vo
ante are to be mated soon. Your presence here... disturbs her.
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d by a rogue's silver-laced blade. Bli
ee weeks. I let him bite me to drain the fever. I mixed poultices of v
eturn, I fled, terrified
he doused herself in synthetic vani
believ
and," I sa
blinked.
ill go to
go to hell before I let them
g me. "Go pack. And don't make a sc
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he glass. "No more blood. N
sacrifice this time. I wa