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“Get up!”
Hamal’s words brought her awake, but she didn’t move. If she faked exhaustion, he would have to leave her alone.
A second later, the blanket was ripped away, and she shot upward to match glares with him.
“Go. Away.”
He raised a brow, his anger palpable. A year ago, she might have been afraid to confront this Hamal. Not today. Today it was hard not to engage in some physical confrontation. She shook with the longing to pummel his face.
“Let me sleep.” She flopped back on her pillows, expecting him to take the hint. If he only knew how much the demon wanted his blood.
Her head bounced off the foot of the bed just before her back slammed into the ceramic tiled floor. He’d yanked her by the foot and now stood over her, expression daring her to brush him off again.
She pop
