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... er tone sweet on the surface but dripping with venom underneath.
Raye’s fork hit the edge of her plate with a sharp clink. She turned her head slowly, her voice colder than I’d ever heard it.
"So what are you suggesting? That we hand Vivien over?"
Her burgundy eyes, usually bright and full of mischief, had darkened. Irritation clouded them, making her look almost evil in that moment—untouchable, dangerous.
I sat a little straighter. Raye didn’t often snap, but whe ...
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