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... ore her palm could come down, a hand shot past my shoulder and clamped down on her wrist, shoved her backwards.
Willow stumbled, arms flailing for balance.
Her head whipped up, ready to mouth off, but the second she clocked Ashton’s face, she faltered.
Hard to keep swinging when the guy pinning your arm looked like he could snap you in half for blinking wrong.
She yanked her hand free with a pathetic little noise. ‘And who the hell are you?’ she barked. ‘Why’re yo ...
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