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Chapter Eighteen

Isis...Isis

Her name, each time came out more insistent, the words beginning as a muffled sound only to rise in tempo, her eyes jutted open, only to cringe at the sunlight entering into the room. Her attention going to the silhouette standing above her bed. She blinked a few times to allow the image to register into her brain, so fatigued was Isis that the fact that Mr. Greyson stood above her bed staring at her didn't faze her. She looked at him, a silent signal for him to say what was on his mind.

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Christine Daniels
Sorry. I just had to release my nerdiness! I am enjoying the book but really just would like to take a cast iron skillet and hit this woman over the head. I think someone needs to take this guy and Dutch oven him! Otherwise I'm really enjoying this lol.
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