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herself for feeling it. The Asetian Guard had trained her
better than this.
Angry is better than afraid. Cunning is better than
angry.Calliope Kane’s voice echoed in her thoughts.
Her mentor had shared damned few bits of advice over
the years, so when she’d offered even the most obscure
tidbits, Roxy’d perked up and listened.
She could do angry. But under the circumstances—
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wall in front, soul reaping bastard behind, hands
trapped, feet in the wrong position to land a solid
kick—cunning wasn’t even in the cards.
Shifting her shoulders, she tried to adjust her
position so she could free her hand. Her pulse raced as
the reaper moved with her, an inch this way, an inch
back, his weight pinning her, his breath feathering her
cheek.
She forced herself to be still then, to think and plot
and…nothing came to her. So she stopped thinking
and let instinct lead.
“Stop squirming. I’m here to—”
With a snarl, she sank her teeth into his forearm.
Hard enough to hurt like hell. Not hard enough to make
him bleed. She’d tried that once and hadn’t liked the
results.
Hissing out a breath, he shook his arm to get it free
of her teeth and jerked back just a bit. Millimeters.
It was enough.
A hard twist of her hips. The scrape of the wall
