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“Christian. I don’t…” Her small voice shot an arrow straight through my ribs. “I don’t want to be alone right now.” Goddammit. My hand curled around the doorknob until the metal seared into my flesh. “What are you suggesting?” My voice pitched low with a warning she didn’t heed.
Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)
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