A Debt In Blood

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needed

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man sighed, almost bored. "

mouth. The sharp, chemical scent f

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His dark eyes met hers with quiet calculation, unreadable yet piercing.

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remained unreadable

ugh. "Why? Because I mi

ping closer. His presence was suf

said, voice low, controlled. "

tly, his dark eyes

squez. If you keep digging, y

d hard, refusi

m before Lorenzo exhaled, almost bo

r, two of his

her

his words before they grabbed her

glare over her shoulder. "

ly watched, his expression unre

and the car sped off into the ci

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