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... ched, the taste of blood coppery and bitter on her tongue. Slowly, she turned her head back, eyes narrowing as she met his glare.
Her pulse thudded, not from fear but from the sheer audacity of it. Did this bastard just hit me?
She lifted her hand and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her knuckles. The smear of red only sharpened her focus.
He was tall, broad, and built like someone who thought their muscles were a license to be an ass. Dark brown hair cropp ...
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