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Blackwell blasted open the door to the room, sending shards of wood flying in every direction. In a blink he was back in front of her, concern visible as he frantically traced his eyes over every inch of her, his hands coming up to wipe the disheveled strands of her hair from her face. “Are you alright?” he demanded. “Did he touch you?”
Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)
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