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... in black moved quietly through a shadowy alley, his expression as unreadable as ever.
Just how many of those damned serums were made? Ronan wondered grimly.
He had been tracking and destroying every trace of the corrupt serum he could find, yet his radar continued to pick up more readings—each one leading him to another dark corner of the continent. As the signal suddenly spiked, he didn’t hesitate. In a flash, he dashed toward the source.
What he found made his eye twitc ...
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