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Instead, she took a step back, putting distance between them, and the nearest couples slowed, craning their necks to see. They did not have to crane when she let her hand fly, nor did they have to strain to hear the wicked crack of her palm against his cheek. He took the blow without a word, and the entire room felt its ripple.
Wicked and the Wallflower (The Bareknuckle Bastards, #1)
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