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sk of absolute zero. There was no trembling in her fingers, no tears blurring her v

card against the senso

ed. The heavy mah

-soled boots made zero sound against the thick, plush carpet. She didn't need to search for them.

y familiar. It was Erick.

high-pitched

hat if Elva

. Her

rk cut across her lips. She didn't hesitate. She pulled her phone from her

he bedroom d

sliced through the dim, romantic ambiance of the bedro

eir panicked faces. She pressed the shutter but

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ra tore through the room, shat

re, unadulterated terror. He looked at Elva stan

violently yanking the silk sheets up to her chin, her knuc

utton. She calmly slid the

he bed, his bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. He reached

ic waste. Her eyes swept over him, stripping away any remaining history b

zed Elva was alone. The panic in her eye

t act so high and mighty. You're just a boring, unedu

on Haylie. Her dead, freezing

working, let his guilt curdle into anger. His fa

aggressively toward the pocket of her tre

eyes da

assified combat training-took over. Her body shifted into

lumsy grab. Her right hand shot out, her fingers

va dropped her center of gravity. She twisted h

she executed a textbook, militar

e air, drawing a pathetic arc before

vy thud echoed t

urled into a tight ball, his face contorted i

. She slapped both hands over her mouth, her eyes bu

the groaning mess on the floor. S

voice devoid of any inflection.

te, and slammed the heavy door shut behind he