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. Sloane's soft, self-satisfied laughter. With every second I l

in that useless Rogue," Sloane compl

ol to get rid of Guzman for me. A bit dull, maybe, but she almost got

my throat. A knife. That

ne asked, a hint of worry in her voice. "No

think a man with an ego like Darius would let his new toy run around loose? Besides, my mother alre

harp and cruel, a sound th

the nausea. I packed it all away into a cold, dark p

ve. Their methods. Their utter lack

silent

th my foot let out a

de the room sto

san's voice was sh

tood perfectly still in the shadows

assan called out again.

er end of the hall. The best man, Caleb Doyle, came

e the room. "Nothing," Hassan called through the d

nd turned to hea

out of t

he took in my drenched, disheveled state.

ht have even smiled at him, a t

dding," I said, my

us sweat breaking out on hi

My voice was a soft, gentle whisper.

my head toward

on the door as if I could see right th

in the air, cal

dded, my voice never waverin

n Caleb's face. I didn't listen for the panicked

ows of guests were beginning to take their seats. Arthur's jacket hung heavily around my w

on the banister