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... slaps, claws and grunts. I come up on top, straddling her, and gods does it feels good when I slap her across the cheek. Once. Twice. Thrice.
My fist clenches for a punch but an arm encircles my waist, lifting me off her and I start to thrash, eager to return to clawing her stupid face off.
Lucien’s breathy laughter caresses the curve of my ear. "That’s enough, fire cracker."
The guards of Silvermoor rush over to where Astrea sits, her face covered in blood, eyes gleamin ...
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