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... scanned her frame, searching for the micro-flickers of muscle that would signal an attack. Nothing came.
Instead, she lifted one hand to her hip, posture loose, then snapped her head to the side. Her dark hair, undone from its once strict tie, whipped outward with such force it cracked against the air.
Snap~
The sound echoed like a wire pulled taut and broken. A faint wave rippled outward, brushing Don’s skin as though her hair was less fiber and more al ...
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