Page 12 of Maid of Dishonor
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“Get up,” I say, grabbing him by his shirt and lifting him to his feet. I drag him over to the doors that lead out to the balcony.
“No, no!” Frankie yells when he realizes what I plan on doing.
I push him against the edge of the balcony, the railing digging into his back.
“Where is she?”
“No, don’t,” Frankie pleads.
“Tell me,” I growl between gritted teeth. “Tell me where Veronica is?”
Frankie glances over his shoulder in panic as he looks down at the fall he will take if I throw him over.
"She's, she's," he sputters, and I shake him to get him to answer me faster. "She's at Club Dominion."
