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the woman he had been sent to slaughter and finally understood that he had never known what he was hunting.
Briana drew the serrated knife from her waistband.
“My husband,” she snarled, in a voice so low and dangerous she barely recognized it, “does not have a pathetic wife.”
Then she brought the knife down.
Gillette’s body went still beneath her.
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