hands shook so violently she fumbled with the handle of her Porsche,
button, and the engine purred to life. Shifting into d
enger seat, her pho
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ed down to
the road for a
flooded intersection short-circui
reet, ignoring the caution lights. Its blinding high beams cut
and jerked the steering
rsche spun across two lanes, tires shrieking, before
th a concussive crack, punch
he frame, and the
ache, and the locked seatbelt pressed painfully against her
tench of leaking radiator fluid and gasoline fi
r, but the crushed metal was wedged tight against t
guttural roar of a heavy mot
hesitate. Moving with disciplined precision, he pulled a window punch from his poc
motor oil, and mint cut t
low, gravelly
nder tension, and drew a combat knife from his
beneath the
on t
age with steady, overwhelming strength. He pulled her against his chest and s
the man pivoted, shielding her
he steady, rhythmic beat of his hea
t and set her down gently, immediately stripping off
His voice was calm, clipped, and pr
rced her
through his left eyebrow, resting above quiet, dark eyes.
but only a strain
her, and gently wiped the blood from
grip on her cold hand solid and gro
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s voice, Alayna let her head tilt
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