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or frame. "You still smell like a prison cell, Acacia. Wash that off before you crawl back

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laugh. "Still breathing

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widened in raw panic as she stared at

spray of icy mud across Acacia's thighs

ted into a cold, hard knot. She turned and began

e Dillon family townhouse on the Upper East Side. A burly secur

avity, and drove her elbow directly into the nerve cluster just below his ribs. Th

mahogany front door open. It slammed against

room, sipping tea from a bone-china cup. She looked up, her face twist

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est heaved, her lungs burning from the cold. "Why w

a thick stack of legal documents from the glas

rust fund, and you agree to marry the man we've selected for y

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d in her fingertips. It would take exactly two seconds to snap Bulah's fragile neck. But the image

ped to the signature page. She pressed the nib into the paper so hard that the

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out into

anhattan. The front door bouncers took one look at

ll, mapping the blind spots of the security cameras. She scaled the fire escape with silent, predat

to Acacia's collarbone. Her vision blurred for a fraction of a second. She blink

s nightmare to end. She pushed op

heavy electronic lock clicked

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dle, a massive, scorching hot hand clam

grabbing the man's forearm, attempting to throw his cent

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ed in the darkness. It was a

eavy, her blood boiling with a drug-induced fire. She th

he gasped, her fingernails dig

in the air was destroying his control, too. Hi

d against her neck, his voice dripping

ite him, tried to fight, but the neuro-toxin turned her resistance into a desperate, writhing friction. The darkn