Kate tore the medallion from her pocket and smacked it against his cheek. Bonswick ripped himself back, kicking her chair over as a sizzling sound filled the room. The medallion clattered to the floor, and his hand slapped over his pale cheek. Kate crashed to the tiles and rolled from the chair. She winced and licked her lip, tasting blood. Through her fluttering lashes, she eyed the closest window, half-hidden behind a fae body. It was cracked open an inch; icy air slid through. Her hair was grabbed, and she was yanked to her feet. The fae bent her head backward to expose her throat, his
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