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Who gave a damn? He slipped up behind a young man physically fit, strong. You like to defy me. She forced her mind to go blank, to be a slate wiped clean. He settled on the balcony outside her second story window and became still, a part of the night. He went utterly still. Death and damnation could wait another day while he satisfied his curiosity. UK Author’s Cut Amazon. Looking for beautiful books?
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It was far too late to stop the beast in him from breaking free. She knew what isolation was. She didn’t want to be recognized, didn’t want to relive the horrible nightmare of the man’s twisted and depraved mind. His voice was black velvet, a weapon in itself. She laughed at him, the sound wrapping his body in flames. It was something primal.
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