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Rora had only stormed down about fifteen feet of hallway when someone grabbed her arm and spun her around. Registering that Strike was the one who’d grabbed her, she didn’t hesitate to slam both hands onto his chest and shove with all her might.
Growling in frustration, she shoved him again and again. Grabbing her shoulders, he rushed her back, thumping her body to the wall. Looming over her, he grabbed her wrists and jolted them upward, pinning both to the wall far above her head with his own against them. Their bodies were like jigsaw pieces molded together, her head tucked beneath his chin without space to go anywhere else.
Her chest was heaving, her eyes burning, and her heart aching. She couldn’t do this anymore, she just couldn’t. With his hands planted against hers, she
