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... s and the muted rustle of brushes sliding into her palm.
I left him there—bleeding, shaking—and crossed the warehouse to the chair they had set against the wall. It scraped faintly against the concrete as I sat.
The second man’s eyes never left me. Not even when Anya tilted his head, her fingers gentle but firm. His gaze tracked me like prey tracks a predator, knowing the distance doesn’t make him safe.
I leaned back, letting my hands rest loosely on the armrests, and wat ...
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