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Chapter 26

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"This is your plan? To torture him?"

The question barrels through me, erasing everything else. I close my eyes while I attempt to gain a sense of my surroundings. Ryan doesn't understand, of course, he doesn't, how could he? I've practiced these techniques years ago; became used to the hybrids crying out in pain. The screams pleaded with me, forcing me to hurt them, to prepare them for the shift, lest it killed them.

"Hey! I'm talking to you. I deserve an answer!" Ryan continues, escalating his tone.

My eyes open on their own accord to shoot daggers at him. "How many times have you shifted?" I ask, accusingly.

Ryan falters but doesn't relent in his anger and so, I fuel mine to match his. "Once, right? You never tried it again after your body forced you to. Tell me I'm wrong."

Ryan grits his teeth, and his tense form towers over me, demanding respect. My questions throw him off guard, and as soon as his voice drowns in the silence, I know that my assumptions are correct.

I gesture
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