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... r body aching and bruised.
Dirt and debris clung to her once-pristine combat suit, and blood trickled from a cut on her forehead, matting her blonde curls to her skin.
Each breath came in shallow, painful gulps, and for a moment, she considered staying down—letting the cold, damp earth swallow her whole.
But no.
She wasn't the type to surrender.
Not to anyone, and especially not to that smug bastard Ethan.
With a groan, Isabelle fumbled through her ...
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