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... rs of hope that had ignited across the opposition’s faces.
Pierce sat straighter in his chair. Marcus, despite trying to control himself, still carried that barely suppressed gleam of renewed possibility.
Her lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile... sharper, more predatory.
The scent of their hope made her pulse quicken.
This was what she lived for... the moment when her opponents thought they’d found their lifeline, just before she cut the rope. ...
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