And now, at last, gaiaphage and Nemesis stood facing each other. โWhy didnโt you just . . . fade?โ Gaia demanded plaintively. โYou hit me,โ Nemesis said. It was a little boyโs voice coming from Caineโs mouth. โAnd thatโs not okay.
Michael GrantShe placed her palm over his wound, pressing as hard as she dared. She would stop the blood. She would hold him and stop his life from escaping. She would hold life inside him and he wouldnโt die
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