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He nudged my face to the side with his nose, his lips brushing my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “I want to use you…” He inhaled before he grabbed either side of my jaw and yanked my face toward his so we were nose-to-nose. “To get what I want…” He was glaring, but his pupils were so big I could hardly see the icy blue I was used to. “And then? I never want to see you again.”
The Kidnapping of Roan Sinclair
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