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..., she didn’t have a reason to fear or fight. As long as his hand continued that gentle lulling caress against her back, everything was fine. Wasn’t it? No, it wasn’t! The scream pinballed around her brain, snagging onto skeins of fragmented memory and tried to weave it into cohesive thought. He’d been running around this warehouse with enough c-4 to level thirty square blocks of prime real ...

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