The Warlord's Comeback: Claiming My Lethal Queen

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oaked with her own terrified urine. Susan was desperately trying to

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er by the throat, slamming her against the vinyl siding of t

man's ear, my eyes blazing. "Who gives you the vials

ace. "I don't know! Gaven leaves the pre-mixed ampoules in

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round the corner, tearing over the curb a

a twelve-gauge shotgun leveled directly at my chest. S

ON YOUR KNEES! NOW

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