into the grand dining room wea

ng the Wall Street Journal. Brenda and Tiffany

ed out the chair at the very end of the table a

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"Just eat fast and get back to

grab the mug of steaming black coffe

e table, aiming the pointed toe of her designer heel directly a

na's center of gravity shifted

s core muscles locked like steel

flicked upward at a pre

g, flying through the air in a perfect p

loor hard, letting out a hi

splashed across Tiffany's bare thig

animal. She leaped out of her chair, sl

k and rushing to her daughter. Th

the table, his face red with fur

. Tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry

na, her face blotchy with pain. "She t

of the chair, then down at Lana, who

tgomery handover tomorrow. He could

cting like a child and go get some ice! You're goin

er mouth opening and closing silently before Bren

t Lana. "Get up. And

help her to her feet. She limped out

ked shut behind her, the limp va

e a crying Tiffany into the back of a car to hea

ypassing the lock screen to

r One tactical team from The Aethelred Consortium to Pennsylvan

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rowed. "What ki