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ifted betwe

icing through the night. But just as it was about to

through the sile

no way to say hell

gh like gravel yet lace

her other blade drawn, but in a flash of mo

locking onto th

road. S

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pened. "Guilt

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eyes. "Then I'd

sharp and wicke

t. One moment he was in front of her, the next

y want to kill me, d

sily, his body moving like liquid shadow,

lood

is is a game?

arms. "Everything's a game, sweetheart.

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hiver down her spine. "You keep sayin

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shing the shell of her ear. "I make

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cept

p. He dodged-barely-but it was enough. She broke free

surrender, laughing. "Damn. You

e trespassing on Silverfang territory. T

ltered, just

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