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er, and draped it over the burners, crea
e bathroom, countin
rd footsteps on
h, she walked to t
ked, the door
oor open, Arla flicked t
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xplosion, but the force blew the wet towel acros
ng the tray. She stumbled
her shoulder and rammed into the w
spri
rred frame across her cheeks and forehead, obscuring her features. The cool grass felt w
o wail, real o
house, the m
gne in his hand. He heard the boom, he saw t
poke into his earpiece. "Targ
n a table. "Do not shoot," he s
urning. She could h
nees. Ahead of her lay the ornamental pond
hind.The Doberman clamped its jaws onto
smooth river stone. She swung it back
yelped a
ht converged on her, four guards
y do
water, shivering violently. S
smirk playing on her red lips as she glanced at the filthy, soot-streaked creature being dragged from t
He had taken off his tuxedo jacket, his
, didn't care about his
ay from her, his fac
r burn to death?
he was shaking, but she
bed a handful of her wet hair and yanked her head b
be nice,"
f the water, didn't
ordered. "No food. No wa
ds haule
an laughed, sipping her wine. "Good
Arla away int
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