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“Shh…easy now…” Silas whispered. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he was attempting to reach out and pet a skittish colt. His thumb tentatively brushed across her throat. Back and forth, the light graze of his fingertips gently slid over her bruised, tender skin as his deep, violet eyes studied her, intently. On a growl under his breath, he vowed, “Fuck, Emily, this looks like hell. I swear to God, I’m gonna kill that bastard the next time I get my hands on him.”

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