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... , a faint light flickered in his eyes.
Jasmine Yale, unable to bear the pain, bent down and bit him hard on the shoulder.
Sylvan Cheney frowned and glanced at her.
“This will teach you a lesson,” she grumbled defiantly.
The pain was so intense, and he sat there as if watching a comedy.
Sylvan Cheney smiled slightly, his fingers lifting her chin, “Bite me? You are fiercer than the wolfhound we just encountered. Aren’t you?”
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