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right now, but this manthis witch doctor that is stalking youis ten times more lethal than any hoodlum. This man controls powers that can not only torture your body, but can cast your soul into everlasting darkness." |
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"I don't believe I have a soul anymore," Kyna whispered. |
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Cyrus sat back on his heels, deep in thought. |
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"I believe Cyrus has something else to tell you," Paula said. |
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"What?" Cyrus muttered with a frown. "You think this is a good time?" |
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"There will never be a good time." |
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Cyrus racked his brain for a way to sugarcoat what he was about to say. He glanced at Paula. The witch was watching him with an amused half-smile on her face. |
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"I've got a confession to make too," Cyrus started, his voice little above a whisper. "Something that may make you think better of your boss." |
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"Kyna, do you believe in the supernatural?" Cyrus asked, trying to ease into it. |
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"After all the crap we've been through?" |
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"Are we talking angels here? Or Casper the friendly ghost?" |
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"How 'bout vampires and demons and . . . werewolves." |
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"Don't be ridiculous. And what has that got to do with what we're talking about?" |
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"But you know what a werewolf is? You've seen the movies?" |
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"Yes, Russ." She sighed. "American Werewolf in London, The Wolf Man. Is this going somewhere?" |
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"Do you remember how they became werewolves?" |
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"Of course. Everybody knows that. They were bitten . . ." |
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Kyna's hand went to Cyrus's neck. "Are you trying to tell me . . . Aw, come on, Russ. You can't be serious. You're as |
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