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“I’m…s-s—” Persephone slowed as Apollo struggled beside her. He tried again. “I’m sor—” His mouth quivered, as if the words made him want to vomit. “I’m sorry,” he finally managed, shuddering. “Is your brain hemorrhaging?” Persephone asked.
A Touch of Malice (Hades X Persephone #3)
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