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Kira threw a fierce right elbow against the heavy bag and followed up with a flurry of punches. A controlled hiss of breath accompanied each blow. Her ponytail bobbed on the back of her head. Escaped tendrils of her long, dark hair stuck to the back of her neck in a sheen of sweat. She ignored the drip of it from her brow and shook her head to clear her vision. The dull throb of her head and rib injuries were a distant distraction. She doubted the nurse that had patched her up at the hospital would approve.
She focused on the swinging weight of the bag as if her life depended on it.
She didn’t know what to do.
The Procurer was out there somewhere, doing God knows what. He had taken Kevin for sport, killing the man he had hired to do his dirty work right in front of her. He had threa
