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built centuries ago, his grip firm around her wrist. The air was thick with tension

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unnel in your family

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air slapped her face. The

safehouse hidden in the hillside vineyard

sturbance. A broken chair. A t

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corner before loweri

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arm before he co

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urt him to feel. Like it was the f

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was

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s clawing into his shoulders, her body molding

inst the wall, one hand in her hair, the other gripp

e breathed against her sk

whispered, eyes

ainst hers, trembling. "I

tter that her father was the ene

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places, trying to fit together

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