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He had to make her understand. He had to protect her. “I’m well aware of how you treat your friends,” Jenna said coldly just as Leander reached her. “Don’t do this, please.” He said it low into her ear, his fingers resting on her forearm. “All they need is a simple confirmation of the truth. There is no need for this.” “I’m not afraid of them.” Her eyes were as sharp as her voice. “You would be wise to be very afraid of them. They don’t know you as I do. To them you are only a threat, an unknown quantum. They are not as...fond of you as I am. And they will not be as lenient with you. They won’t be lenient at all.” She hesitated, lowering her gaze to his fingers on her arm. Then she looked up at him, her gaze clear and guileless, all traces of anger and posturing gone. “They want the t
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