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Suddenly, Trigg felt wide awake. He watched as two more men brought in Stormy, who was flailing her arms and legs. It was obvious they hadn’t been able to sedate her. She was strong, as strong as the storm she was named after. “Stormy!” Kory said with a laugh. The men strapped her to a chair, and she never stopped moving. Trigg felt love flooding him from all of her strength and tenacity he never gave her the credit for. Kory stepped toward her as they made sure her ropes were tied tightly. Just as he reached out for her, she spat at his feet. The wad of spittle just missed one of his shoes. “How appropriate,” Kory said, standing away. “Your mother had a lot of forethought giving you that name, didn’t she?” One of them placed duct tape over Stormy’s mouth, but she continued to shake a
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