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he was no longer trying to pin me to the wall. He half-dragged,
droom, the smell hit me. A strange
her skin had deepened, and tiny beads of blood were beginning to
tears and rage, her nails outstretched lik
ght her, holding her
the bed and looked down at Kandace. I watched her suffer,
with steel. He had already assessed the situation and under
face to his. "I have no price," I said
he room died instantly. Junior l
ut... my blood seemed to help her once. Perhaps it could help her aga
as Junior looked ready to explode again, the butl
as returned! Her convoy will b
through Franco and Jerry. Their fa
with bloodlines, honor, and order. If she discovered this... this catastrophe, this ugly family secret bleeding o
andace, to me, and back aga
life, I saw something other than contempt or i
ad
ness, an appreciation for a quiet girl she saw potential in.
e barely a whisper, "that w
The words were forced from between hi
s, cold and sharp as a shard o
ks of outrage and humiliation. Jerry's weeping
ould feel the war raging inside him-the pride of a Gamma, the head o
er pained whimper, a
owing steadily louder, cam
gone, replaced by a chilling, pragmatic emptiness. He looked at
hoarse whisper. "We are beggin
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