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“Oh my God!” Parratt said. “Oh my God!”
The smirk on Ryske’s face was struggling not to become a laugh. Maze wasn’t as restrained. Although he was shocked, he didn’t hold back and let himself enjoy the view.
“Baby, let her go,” Ryske said.
Harlow tugged her victim, giving her another shake. Ryske shook his head.
Puffing out her irritation, Harlow relented and threw Ophelia forward, out of her hold and into Yarker who caught the woman.
“She called me a name,” Harlow said.
“Only I’m allowed to do that,” Ryske said.
“She’s an animal!” Ophelia tried to scream, except her voice was hoarse and she ended up losing her words to a coughing fit.
The name made Harlow growl again. She began to advance, but Ryske merged into her path, blocking out Ophelia.
“Trink,” he said, taking hold of h
