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. Sloane's soft, self-satisfied laughter. With every second I l
in that useless Rogue," Sloane compl
ol to get rid of Guzman for me. A bit dull, maybe, but she almost got
my throat. A knife. That
ne asked, a hint of worry in her voice. "No
think a man with an ego like Darius would let his new toy run around loose? Besides, my mother alre
harp and cruel, a sound th
the nausea. I packed it all away into a cold, dark p
ve. Their methods. Their utter lack
silent
th my foot let out a
de the room sto
san's voice was sh
tood perfectly still in the shadows
assan called out again.
er end of the hall. The best man, Caleb Doyle, came
e the room. "Nothing," Hassan called through the d
nd turned to hea
out of t
he took in my drenched, disheveled state.
ht have even smiled at him, a t
dding," I said, my
us sweat breaking out on hi
My voice was a soft, gentle whisper.
my head toward
on the door as if I could see right th
in the air, cal
dded, my voice never waverin
n Caleb's face. I didn't listen for the panicked
ows of guests were beginning to take their seats. Arthur's jacket hung heavily around my w
on the banister
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