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... d flickered to life.
In the backseat sat a week’s worth of supplies—canned food stacked in a crate, medical kits stuffed tight with gauze and antibiotics, two rifles laid carefully over a duffel bag filled with ammunition.
She was not bluffing. She was leaving.
She shifted into reverse and the car rolled back slowly. That was when she saw Isabella standing a few yards away, watching her.
Aubrey stopped the car.
Her brows pulled together. "The hell does she ...
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