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Brooklyn The room was too quiet. That kind of quiet that presses against your ears until you start hearing your own heartbeat. I kept my arms crossed, forcing my face into the same annoyed expression I'd walked in with. Like this was all just a misunderstanding. Like they'd all dragged me down here for nothing. Like I wasn't standing in a room full of men who looked ready to tear someone apart. And I knew that someone was me, and this wasn't going to go my way. There was no way I was getting out of this. Couldn't Lyssa have just been alone like she was supposed to? The one time I needed her to do something right, and she couldn't even do that, no, she had to have Emilia with her. And these idiots couldn't even get one girl and get the hell out of dodge. No wonder why the feds were able to
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