“Bastard,” Izaac growled. Gallo started to laugh like crazy, running a hand over his gray, almost white hair. Those same red eyes glistened with hunger and lividness, the look of a killer. “Izaac Lucas,” His tongue licked his lower lip, playfully. Izaac pushed me backwards, his head fixed on the man in front of us. I took a few steps back until I hit something hard, a tree bark. My fingers were shaking as I looked down to get my dagger on my thigh. “What do you want?” Izaac&rsq
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