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... an awkward human crab, making it a foot away before my right wrist buckles out of nowhere.
My elbow crashes into the ground.
I adjust my position, trying to make my panicked retreat look casual.
I fail.
Spectacularly.
At least if I’m judging by the look on his face.
My cheeks are hot enough to light a fire.
Caine’s hand hangs suspended between us, frozen in mid-air. His face has transformed from brow-creased concern to wide-eyed bewildermen ...
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