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My hands were trembling as I leaned down towards the dishwasher, reaching for the still dirty knife that would never be cleaned. Footsteps approached from behind me; my heart pounded faster with each step he took. He was coming for me, and I was a dead woman. Maybe. My shaky fingers wrapped themselves around the hilt of the knife. Turning around, I took a deep breath as I waited for him to appear. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Not this time,” I responded as I tightened my grip and aimed.

» Posted By Annika Webster On 01.08.2019 @ 4:32 pm

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