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... assessing, and I feel stripped bare under his clinical gaze.
"Ava Grey," he says, no longer even pretending to look at my chart. His tone is cold. He’s a frigid man of ice, and I want to take a pickaxe to chip him into tiny little ice pieces that I throw into the toilet.
I straighten my back as best I can around the pain, lifting my chin as high as it can go with the bandages and pain. I refuse to be looked down on by some asshole with a superiority complex.
I had that en ...
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