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... r across the floor, her arm still extended from the throw.
"I can’t do this anymore," she moans into her pillow. "Everything hurts. I think my eyelashes are sore."
I laugh, but it turns into a groan as I slide out of bed, my muscles screaming in protest. Four days of Jericho’s training from hell, and my body still hasn’t adjusted. I’m not sure it ever will.
"Do you think the bodyguards would murder Jericho if we asked nicely?" Lisa’s voice is muffled, her face still burie ...
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