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g it aside. It hit the steel bed rail with a crac

ed against the floor, but he didn't look down. His bloodshot eyes bulg

stammered, back slamming into th

ng my legs over the edge, bar

cold smile on my lips. "Disappointed your bill

aura, but the moment his eyes met mine, his me

rieked, clawing for whatever authority he had

took one cal

urged out and crashed down on

ac

oodline suppression buckled his knees a

h, pathetic howl to

speak to me," I said qui

ng down his face as he tried to push himself up. "Striking y

fath

on his left hand and crushed

un

d flattened, cutting deep into his f

" I ground my heel down, slow and deliberate. "Does a father pull his daughter's life

tiles. "Stop! Please! It hurts! It was Jacoby!

tty proud of yourself when you were spen

cked fast down the hallway, followed b

voice called. "The transport driver is losing patie

erate hope. He opened his mouth

r. His shout turned

. The deadbolt on the

later, a manicured hand with blood-red

d in an expensive white mink c

tch black in

died in

ck to full power, flooding th

eyes locked onto me standing over her battered husband.