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- “Are you my new plaything?” he asked, practically singing the last word. But when Ryn advanced, he retreated.
- She flew at him again. He tried a punch and missed, his fist crumpling in a car hood.
- Ryn’s hand whipped through the air and he shrieked. She twirled around him, then ducked an elbow strike. She tossed away a molar. “Two.”
- Chapter 6, Page 78
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