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Fourteen

“She is standing right in front of you,” I grind out, remembering Creed’s face on the yacht, his bored, almost put-out expression as Tristan torched the book. “You can throw whatever you want at me. I might bend, but I won’t break.”

In a flash, Creed’s long fingers are on my chin, lifting my face to...

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