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for my face with her nails. “I hate you. I’ll kill you. Give me my money.”
The hall gasped. Marcus jerked to shield me, but he didn’t make it in time. Luther, materializing from the shadows of the wings, intercepted her hand in midair. Easily. Professionally.
Tiffany hung in his grip, kicking her legs in the air. Her scarlet dress rode up, exposing continue reading …
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