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... skull using exclusively jackhammers.
She opened one eye. The morning sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains felt like a personal attack. She groaned, burying her face into the cool silk of the pillow, inhaling the lingering scent of cedar and mint.
She was wearing an oversized black t-shirt. Damien’s t-shirt.
Memory returned in a series of horrifying, fragmented flashes.
The sunroof. The tequila. The club. The elevator...
Oh god. The elevator.
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