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... > The evening wind in the courtyard swept up her long hair, and she leaned against the trunk of a tree, crossing her arms in front of her.
Her fingers were already ice cold.
“Ann Nolan, don’t provoke me. There are things I won’t repeat twice.”
The man’s voice had become utterly cold, filled with threats and indifference.
Nolan could imagine his current state of mind – he probably wanted to tear her apart.
There was not much expression on her beautiful face ...
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