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... was steel. It was control, the kind that infuriated Jackson even more than any insult.
Jackson’s smile tightened, but he stepped back, gesturing to his group. "Let’s go."
Allison shot me a venomous glance before trailing after him. Alexa and Tricia muttered as they followed, like pests buzzing in the air.
When they were gone, the field seemed to exhale.
"Coward," Damon muttered, slamming his bat into the dirt.
"Provoker," Aven corrected. His gaze lingered ...
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