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as a cold, tight fist in my stomach. The warehouse was almost pitch black, save for a few stray b

of pain cutting through the silence as it tried, and failed, to rise. The f

d full of agony. My first thoug

immediately extinguished it. I was a girl on the run, hiding in a derelict building

maller, quieter, slowing my breathing until I could h

ed into an eter

e world

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open, flying inward with a deafening crash. Blinding sunl

dark suits. Fabian's men. Their long shadows stretch

of them yelled, his voice echoing in the vast

e floor. It was ove

ndings for an escape route, but

hed himself up, using a rusted weight rack for support. He s

erful lines of his broad shoulders and the thick muscle

e of them pulling out what looked like a taser.

nimalistic sound, a ragged breath drawn through

the front of his dark t-shirt, near his stoma

standing up for me, but h

in my mind. This w

er the tarp, moving toward a small, dusty window on the far wall. It was high, b

izingly slow. I was ter

he worn leather of the pommel horse w

y alumi

th a clatter that sounded as loud a

bodyguards shouted, and immedia

scrambled, but ther

ulder when a black shape flew past me. The

me behind his massive frame

eel. I could feel the scorching heat of his body,

ed back. All I could see was the hard l

e a low, urgent growl in my ear, a sou

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