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Falcon closed the bedroom door with heavy breathing and leaned back against the door. The images they perceived had been shrouded in a reddish haze that would soon make him lose control. He couldn't believe his zeal had gotten ahead of him. He had prepared conditions to keep Silver separated from him during the day that lasted but apparently having her close had been his knife to the neck. He walked over to his suitcase and reached for his inhibitor to no avail.

He rummaged through clothes, pockets, and nothing. The little bag where he always had them was not there. He didn't remember taking them out. He could only think that they had stayed somewhere in the house. He turned to see if he could go downstairs to buy some, but it was too late. Everything around him turned red and his reasoning flew away leaving the wildest part

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