Her Dying Breath, His Cold Fury

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estroyed papers.

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ollowed by a wave of agony so intense it stol

torn from my throat. "My name is Have

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ut a short, sharp

." She kicked me again, this time in the stomach, with a

know what he eats for breakfast. I know he's allergic to shellfish. I know he has

per who had crown

hing warm and metallic fill my mouth. I spat

"Our parents are dead. He left. But he's

der one, took a hesitant step forward. "Ginger, he's right. Maybe we shoul

hat could freeze fire. "

soaking the back of my dress. A sharp, deep pain pulsed from my side, and I

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on the light-colored floor,

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