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n't blink. He slowly turned his head to look at her. T

off the

p toward her.

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eaned in, placing his hands on the mattres

d, his voice a low rumble in h

brought another memor

corridor. T

g on the linoleum. She was wearing a fur coat that c

a doctor. His voice was desperate, cracki

d. She had her hand on Fitzgerald's arm, rubbing it s

asn't just disgust at his poverty. It was... somet

ched up

this why you won't polish my car? You're t

d. She hid beh

his arm out to shield the nur

pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. She crumpl

sneered. "Stay

. Hard. She stumbled back into the wall. It was

ory dis

hand was on

choking her. His fingers wrapped around her windpipe

face was inches from hers. "Do y

o his skin, but his arm was like granite. Blac

" Elenora choked out. T

ned. "Shut up. You don't

ision tunneled. Just when she thought

sping, coughing violently. She sucked i

He loomed over her,

aid, pointing to th

the shattered cera

t it,"

, horror chilling

Or I call the hospital and tell them to st

The threat was

was soaking into the rug. Shards o

he carpet. She moved toward the spill. T

dn't leave. He stood ther

en on the rug. Her hand trembled. She put it in her

ald inhale sharpl

umph, but his jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. He looke

tormed out, slamming the do

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