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“Heiress.” Suddenly, Jameson was standing between me and the wall. I tried to stop, but couldn’t in time, and my fist connected with his chest. He didn’t even blink. I uncurled my fists, staring at him, realizing what had happened and horrified that I had hit him. “I’m sorry.” I had no excuse for losing it like this.
The Hawthorne Legacy (The Inheritance Games, #2)
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