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library. He moved with the slow, terrifying grace of an executioner stepping onto the scaffold. He looked down at his son, who was trembling, bleeding from the jaw, and trapped by a hysterical bride.
‘Get up!’ Terrence Warren commanded his voice a low, lethal rumble that carried across the cavernous room. Terrence flinched, trying to pry Britney’s desperate continue reading …
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