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It was if someone had been holding them approximately three or four feet above the floor and then abruptly dropped them. He and Cassandra fell onto the Persian rug in the living room, both of them letting out a shocked “oof!” as the air was knocked out of their lungs.
“Jesus Christ,” Tony muttered, then rolled over so he could look over at his companion. She’d pushed herself up to a sitting position and had a hand held to her temple, as if trying to determine whether the fall had done any actual damage. “You okay?”
She gave him a cautious nod. “I think so.” After sending a quick glance around the room, she asked, “We’re back at your house, right?”
“Yes. He did it.” Tony got to his feet and extended a hand, then pulled Cassandra up from the floor. She still looked kind of dazed, but
