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wn of the kindergarten's private outdoor area. She

ved across the canvas. The heavy black lines from yesterday

sharpen a colored pencil. The air betwee

oup of older boys in custo

avy-set boy whose father

a chubby finger at the canvas and laughed loudly.

hand gripped the paintbrush so

le's shoulder hard. "Hey, mute! My dad says

t Cole like

elf off the grass like a missile, slammi

rolling in the dirt. The other

scrambled to her feet and lunged forward,

suit, rushed in. He didn't care who Breanna was. He

ay bordering the grass. The skin on her right palm rip

blood on Br

took over. He grabbed the heavy wooden ea

teacher scre

oar of heavy engines drowne

alt on the edge of the grass. The doors flew open simultaneously. A

icle opened. A long leg stepped

he grass. The air pressure

eir breath. They parted like the Red Sea as

at his son's messy hair and the dirt on h

liot's voice was a low, lethal rum

hand to her chest. She heard that voice. The cold,

old. She slowly

imposing figure standing over

o Breanna and threw his arms around her le

eo and the bodyguard. "They hurt h

owed his son's fin

iot's pupils contracted violently. The musc

ngry woman into the gutter. And now, she had someho

s deafening. The tension w