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Chapter 6 No.6
music wash away the thinking part of her brain. Men approached, drawn like moths to th
r at least, she
blinked in five minutes. He track
g through the dancers, t
ss down on the t
of the dance floor. He said somethi
ezed past them with a tray of sparklers, creating a distrac
ck of the wrist. A pinch of whi
oor, it was
cony, it was
e shoved the table aside, ign
of the bank
back of the booth and
thirsty. The dancing
"My bad. Just let me buy you
out th
but the crowd had swallowed her. She
he said.
She drank half of it
s later, the
g into long, neon ribbons. Her knee
e was speaking underwater. He wrapped an arm around h
r tongue felt too big
arted dragging her toward the side exit, the
n't obey. Panic flared in her chest, cold and shar
op.
The hallway was quieter. The
Lance grunted, shifting his
for the ele
s wrist. A hand that f
spun a
est was heaving, his tie gone,
Her.
queak. "Hunt? Hey. She's wasted. She asked m
r, she saw a dark figure. A familiar
" she wh
the last thread
ack his fist and drove it in
, sickening cru
rd, slamming into the elevator doo
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