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Three yawning seconds passed in poignant silence before Caitlin jerked out of his hold and scurried away from him. “Don’t you f*****g touch me,” she hissed, eyes blazing. “You’re f*****g cowards, all of you. You deserve everything that’s come to you and worse.” Oran lunged for her, snagging her wrist, then clamped his other hand around her throat. Torin and I rushed over to restrain her arms behind her back. She thrashed against us like a feral animal. Jesus Christ. A part of me had still felt certain there’d been a misunderstanding. She couldn’t have possibly been responsible. But there was no refuting the vicious hate spewing from her eyes. Her deception had been so extreme, I wondered if there weren’t somehow two of her because I’d never met the woman in front of us. Once Torin and I ha
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