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“Jeez, someone’s in a hurry,” San says, but he moves out of the way, pushing the door even wider and flinches at the strong odour of ichor that hits him in the face. He looks down and groans, his boots already soaked in the pool of ichor gathered on the floor.
Wooyoung pulls his witchlight out, the bright white glow illuminating the darkness.
“Did the demons have an orgy here or what?” Wooyoung says, his voice echoing in the emptiness of the warehouse.
“I didn’t need that mental picture in my head,” San says, grimacing at the thought.
“Well, you have it anyway. Be grateful that I didn’t get graphic,” Wooyoung chastises, smacking him on his bicep. San hates how he wants to feel the sting for an eternity.
Or, secrets swirl in the air around San and Wooyoung with their parabatai bond acting up out of nowhere, and nothing is as it seems in the realm where the Shadowworld and the Downworld collide.
Series
- Part 1 of The Master Of Our Fate