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Twenty-Eight † If Looks Could Kill
Possibly dead, Kat corrected herself as sweat trickled down the back of her neck. He couldn't be dead. There was no way she could've done. . . .
What, exactly?
She hadn't done anything. She'd been lying still, waiting for that sharp wooden plank to end her. There'd been no contact between her and Calix. He'd just bounced off like he hit a force field. It was like the Range Rover incident again, that sudden gust of wind, only this time, it was on reverse.
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