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Holland, who was still her brother-in-la
ay
t going to dump that
a thin sliver of light and sound escaping into
ly felt like a block of lead. Inside rested an obsidian necklace. She had spent three months sou
with sweet anticipation just a se
from the unlatched gap of th
uelty she had never heard before. "She's a Richmond. She's the perfect, o
of the Elysium club's hallway seemed to flicker,
, Kara," Brock, Juston's friend, pressed, his tone thick with a
is stupid enough to be loyal. She's desperate for validation. She thinks I actually give a shit about th
y contracted. Acid burne
ug so hard into the leather of her purse that the seams groaned. The obsidian
neer, "is that keeping her pisses off Harmon Holland. We all know Adela was suppos
into a chorus of
," Juston added over the noise. "She's got
shook, threatening to give out right there on the expensive carpet. Every sweet text
nging heat of tears threaten
ced the
of pain grounded her. The violent churning in her stomach hard
into place. She didn't turn around. She didn't run away
reached out, her hand perfectly stea
ed the d
soft click. The raucous laughter in
a smug grin plastered on his handsome face. Brock was sitting across fro
terrifying calm. She looked at Juston not with h
den entirely in the shadows of a private alco
locked onto the scene
stant, murmured from the dark
silver cufflink at his wrist. A slow, dange
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