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... ire body went rigid, a bolt of ice and fire shooting through her veins.
On the other sofa, Viktor had Helena.
But not like Mira had ever seen anyone have someone before. It wasn’t love; it was consumption.
Helena was on her hands and knees, her massive ass thrust up high, back arched so deep it looked like her spine might snap—when had that happened? Her uniform, once a symbol of her authority, had been ripped open, hanging in pathetic tatters from her shoulders.
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