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... he heart — but the leg.
A second stab.
Deeper this time.
Just below the first.
Pain vibrated through the limb. My knee buckled. I went down hard, one arm flailing for balance, the other locking instinctively around the fresh wound.
Still no artery. He missed it again.
No — he avoided it.
Luther wasn’t lashing out blindly.
He wanted me to feel it.
But he didn’t want to kill me. That means at least one petal w ...
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