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... nd my arm, yanking me backward with a quite force. It wasn’t that I enjoyed pain or anything—far from it—but the sting of the thorns digging into my skin felt oddly familiar.
Well, obviously knew who it was.
I’d felt her presence earlier, but I needed to speak with John first. Guess she didn’t care about my priorities.
The vine tugged harder, lifting me clean off the ground before unceremoniously dropping me onto the cold, hard earth. My back hit first, followed by the ba ...
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